Bonding
After a week of nothing of sort, there was finally a downpour today, but a light one. It was still daylight, thereby making the road clear enough drive through.
John was in the backseat, with one of his bodyguards behind the wheel and another seated in the passenger seat. Behind that of the automobile he was in as well as the front, there were cars exactly the same as this. Black, the special color for the convoy.
He had his eyes closed with his temple resting on the window shield, not minding the clattering of the rain on it. The stance of his had virtually turned into his complete demeanor whenever he needed solitude. And more and more he seemed to enjoy being that way.
The journey to the Ruben family mansion would take a while, that he knew. So he simply chose to be left this way. There was so much to think about but he didn't want to bug his mind with anything that would cause him to be distressed.