Ethan was shaking his arm. “Where are we?” He’d taken all his meds this morning. They’d knocked him out and, in the fully reclined passenger seat, he’d slept a dreamless sleep. “Alexandria, Minnesota.” Ethan helped him to move the seat up, and Adam got his first look at the new state they were in. Apart from a few more trees in the distance, the highway didn’t look any different, and the hotel they had stopped at was a carbon copy of the one they’d just left. “How long did you drive?” “Six hours or so, stopped halfway at a mall and got you some more clothes, ate shitty barbecue, played my music really loud, but nothing was shifting you from sleep.” Adam covered a wide yawn with his hand. He felt like shit; not so much pain, but confused and uncomfortable. “I need a shower.” “I need a shower, then food.” Adam looked at Ethan, but there was no innuendo in his voice and certainly nothing on his face to show he was about to make a joke about them sharing a shower.
