They’d gone through four motels last night. Usually, that’s not exactly a bad thing. Frustrating and time-wasting, and by the time three grown men make it to stiff, stained motel mattresses, some words have been said. Of course, that’s assuming the weather’s playing nice - temperatures that stick in the 80s and 90s well into the night result in an entirely new experience.
He leaves. Just for a few days, just to sort out his thoughts and remember who he is, who he’s fighting for, where his loyalty lies—
Just to get himself figured out.
He visits the places humans find beautiful - Paris, Rome, some of those big, old cathedrals that make him feel at home and even more lonely, both at once - and tries food from dozens of countries.
Then he goes back.
