Goodnight, for his part, sort of went in the opposite direction once they hit the road. It wasn't all that strange for him to get a little brooding now and then but the cause was usually clearer: an unexpected bout of violence, a nightmare the previous night. He wandered into his own head, going over and over everything that had happened the night before in a desperate attempt to sort out what precisely had happened. They'd spent the morning like nothing had happened at all, other than the brief touch of Billy's knee against his back. And what was that? If anything?
He only came out of it a bit to go through their evening routines together, but for their entire ride to San Francisco, Goodnight was uncharacteristically quiet. Not harsh or dismissive or unpleasant... just quiet and a bit aloof.
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Date: 2016-11-23 06:22 pm (UTC)He only came out of it a bit to go through their evening routines together, but for their entire ride to San Francisco, Goodnight was uncharacteristically quiet. Not harsh or dismissive or unpleasant... just quiet and a bit aloof.