"Yeah, eventually. Either with the sun setting or one of us dying." Harlow quipped sarcastically, continuing to slam the pedal down as she swung onto the deserted main road. "Well, at least I could make one of your dreams come true." She teased, giving him a slightly impressed look once he pulled back into the car. She smiled at his question, giving a light shrug and glancing into her rearview mirror. She assumed the crash had stopped most other cars from pursuing, and it seemed like she was right, for the moment. "Depends. Are you trying to ask me on a daaaate?" She asked teasingly, pulling onto the highway and slowing down slightly.

"Or both, I think we've pissed them off." He looked over at her, glsring as she teased. "Now is not the time for jokes." He scolded playfully, at least that got his mind off it a little. He looked over at her, watching for a moment. He sat back, his head shot up. "What do you mean? Date- what-" he stuttered. "I'm hungry," he scratched the back of his head lightly, sitting up. He winced at the use of his left hand. His adrenaline was starting to fade. Now that he was thinking about it his head was starting to throb. He cursed.

"Good point." Harlow nodded, grinning. She gave him a mock ashamed look as he 'scolded' her. "Of course. I apologize." She said sarcastically, looking back at the road. She laughed at his reaction, nodding lightly. "Well, you didn't need to act so apalled." She teased, glancing at him again.

Cursed twice agrh)

Mark narrowed his eyes at all the mocking she seemed to be doing. "You caught me off guard," he defended himself quietly, looking back to the road, he couldn't see that they were being followed now that they were on the highway. He leaned back in the seat, uncomfortable. He rested his hand on his lower ribs, letting out a strained breath, looking ahead.

Hehe I noticed))

Harlow nodded. "Sure. Well, I hate to tell you this, but we have to sneak into my house quick and grab some stuff before we can worry about lunch." She was really hoping that the company would count on the fact that she wasn't dumb enough to go home. She sent another glance at him. "You alright?"

He glanced around all of the windows again, then back at her. "Thats fine, just might want to make it a fast quick, we probably won't lose them for long." He sounded a liiittle stressed, especially through the strain. He looked up at her. "The worst part of torture isn't when it happens, its the fact that it doesn't stop til you heal." He looked down at his hand, he seemed to still be bleeding.

"Well, I wasn't planning on lingering. With any luck, they won't be scouting the house before we get there." Harlow sighed, giving a faint nod at his description. "I really am sorry you had to go through that." She muttered, thinking vaguely about what he saw when she was under her simulation. That was... deeply personal. Something no one shouldve had the right to see except her. And the fact that she had no idea how he reacted to it was even worse.

He stared ahead, settling down, he felt like he was sinking. Fighting his eyes not to shut. "It's not your fault. It's mostly mine for being so charming and irresistible." He looked over at her for a moment, smiling slightly. He looked ahead again, letting his head lean on the seat again. He hesitantly spoke. "Listen," he wasn't entirely sure how to go about this, "I'm pretty sure both of us are thinking about what they showed me, and made you relive." He said quietly, his voice fading slightly.

"Yeah, I guess it is." Harlow said, halfheartedly teasing. She swallowed as he continued, nodding faintly. "You'd be... right. I'm assuming you have questions?" She asked, lowering her voice slightly.

"I have one request, when you get inside. Find me a black shirt or something, this is not very inconspicuous." He chuckled quietly, wincing slightly. He sighed at the serious nature of the conversation. "No, actually I don't. That solves pretty much all of the questions I've accumulated about before we met." He said softly. "I just want you to know I don't feel any differently about you," he looked straight ahead. "and I'm sorry they made you watch that because of me." He shut his eyes again, having trouble keeping control of them.