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Julius made sure that Charlotte's grip was tight enough, and took their first few turns easy just to get her use to the motion. When he heard her voice, he turned his head just a bit to catch it better through the wind and helmets, and almost considered pulling over to see if she had been affected by some sort of telepathic gift. He let the question stew for a moment, took in the sound of her voice and the way her tone shook, and finally decided that she was letting her nerves get the better of her and trying to stay calm.
"Apple pie." He said finally, decisively, and gave as much of a shrug as he could manage while driving. "I haven't indulged in desserts in a long time, so I think I'll have pie for dinner."
He thought it might amuse her, but really, if they were to find themselves at an all American diner and he didn't need better fuel to keep his body going, the answer was honest enough. He rarely let himself have things like that, after having it engrained in him practically since birth that he needed to eat whatever was best for his body and not just what tasted good. Even after leaving the House, he had held on to a lot of habits that kept up his strength, health, and reflexes. One never knew when they would encounter another Hound or agent, after all.
Julius kept them riding for a solid two hours before making the first stop to stretch their legs, and if Charlotte wanted him to he would keep up the idle chatter, answering her questions and giving her little inquiries of his own about simple opinions when she'd been quiet for too long. If he felt she was growing too nervous again he would lower their speed or make sure they were away from other cars on the highway to make their method of travel less intimidating.
When they finally parked, beneath one of the few lampposts in the small lot of a 24 hour convenience store, he made sure the kickstand was in place and reached back to hold onto her forearm as she moved to get off. "Go easy." He said gently, making sure she wouldn't wobble as she got her feet under her again. "Your legs have been tense a while, so don't go too fast." When she was steady, he took off his helmet and gave his head a little shake, ran his fingers back through his hair so it wasn't so pressed to his head. "We can get a snack and take a short break, if you need to. Otherwise, just a short pit stop and we're off again. We'll drive all night if you think you can stay awake."
They were going to have to stop somewhere eventually to spend the night, clean up, rest briefly before moving on, but he would try to take it easy on her until then. He knew he couldn't push her too hard or she would simply wear out.
"Apple pie." He said finally, decisively, and gave as much of a shrug as he could manage while driving. "I haven't indulged in desserts in a long time, so I think I'll have pie for dinner."
He thought it might amuse her, but really, if they were to find themselves at an all American diner and he didn't need better fuel to keep his body going, the answer was honest enough. He rarely let himself have things like that, after having it engrained in him practically since birth that he needed to eat whatever was best for his body and not just what tasted good. Even after leaving the House, he had held on to a lot of habits that kept up his strength, health, and reflexes. One never knew when they would encounter another Hound or agent, after all.
Julius kept them riding for a solid two hours before making the first stop to stretch their legs, and if Charlotte wanted him to he would keep up the idle chatter, answering her questions and giving her little inquiries of his own about simple opinions when she'd been quiet for too long. If he felt she was growing too nervous again he would lower their speed or make sure they were away from other cars on the highway to make their method of travel less intimidating.
When they finally parked, beneath one of the few lampposts in the small lot of a 24 hour convenience store, he made sure the kickstand was in place and reached back to hold onto her forearm as she moved to get off. "Go easy." He said gently, making sure she wouldn't wobble as she got her feet under her again. "Your legs have been tense a while, so don't go too fast." When she was steady, he took off his helmet and gave his head a little shake, ran his fingers back through his hair so it wasn't so pressed to his head. "We can get a snack and take a short break, if you need to. Otherwise, just a short pit stop and we're off again. We'll drive all night if you think you can stay awake."
They were going to have to stop somewhere eventually to spend the night, clean up, rest briefly before moving on, but he would try to take it easy on her until then. He knew he couldn't push her too hard or she would simply wear out.
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