Blue balls.
Alanis.
The motel is in the middle of nowhere.
The only way I know about it is because I saw it on our way.
I want him to rest.
He looks terrible.
He needs a shower.
He needs food.
It is going to be a long ride and I want him to feel a little more like himself. I plan to go and look for meat for him. If I have to roam through the ends of the earth. I will make him feel better.
This is not the person I know.
There is something in his eyes.
A darkness that I don't know if I can clear out. I completely understand, he has been through so fucking much. He was kidnapped, kept in a cold room, starved and tortured. I would be the same if I wad in his shoes but I want to get him back to himself.