"Will do." Harlow nodded lightly, swinging onto her street as he began his final words. "...Oh." She murmured, somewhat confused by his answer, but she supposed it made sense. She waited for him to finish completely before she spoke, slowly. "It's not your fault. They would've put me through it eventually. They already have, once before today." She shrugged. "But how is it, exactly, that you feel about me? I kidnapped you and held you hostage for... a while. I got you tortured and forced you to watch an extremely traumatic experience. What positive feeling could you possibly have toward me?" She asked slowly.

He barely recognized the street they were on, he'd seen it one time, and a half if you counted his half-conscious arrival to her house for the first time after she crashed his car. "I have serious doubts about your employer's work ethic." He said distastefully. "I never have and never will need to forgive you for any of that. I'm still deciding about what you did to my poor chevy, she was a good truck." He sighed, feigning mostly the sad look on his face. "I feel like any normal person would after spending a couple weeks with a friend, I like you." He said simply, his voice trailed off, he seemed to be getting worse.

"My employer doesn't have a work ethic. It's just work, no morality or ethics involved." Harlow said flatly, parking as he finished speaking. She gave a faint smile at his comment on the Chevy. "Honestly, I'm more of a Dodge kind of person, Chevys suck." She teased, nodding slightly at his answer. "Well, you're a better person than most to think that. Don't die yet." She said lightly, hopping out and running to her front door, getting in quickly and sprinting upstairs to grab a go bag, that was already packed. There was another beside it, which she grabbed before she could get emotional over it. She raced down the stairs again and glanced around as she headed for the front door. All she could do was hope in and out was fast enough.

Holy shit no

My father has always been a dodge ram person, hates fords, chevys are meh and gmcs are decent))

"Mmm, but the money is so good." Harlow shrugged, chuckling. "It was pretty, but a Dodge Ram is the truck for me." She said lightly, smiling at his answer.

Harlow was back to the car within minutes, opening the back door and tossing the bags in before she went lightly to the drivers side and hopped in. He was knocked out, which, in his condition, probably wasnt a good thing. She pulled off and sped down the street, knowing exactly where she would go. "Hey, Mark, wake up." She called lightly, reaching over and gently shaking his shoulder.

My dad is a mechanic, I trust his judgement))

He glared slightly as she left, if she liked it so be it.

Mark groaned slightly, sitting up slightly. "Why." He asked, like a child. He knew why- or at least usually did, he wanted to be a brat. And he wanted to sleep, which was overwhelming his knowledge. He glared slightly, turning out to the road. "Where are we going?" He asked quietly.

And I trust mines))

"Because if you go to sleep, I'm scared you won't wake up." Harlow huffed, drawing her hand back and making the drive toward the outskirts of the city. "The woods, so I can patch up your wounds and figure out what to do after that." She shrugged.

And I'll laugh when your truck breaks down

then I'll pick you up in my sexy chevy and you'll be like aw man))

Mark huffed. "My head isn't that broken." He shut his eyes slightly. "Are we laying low in the middle of nowhere?" His voice was starting to trail off. "Do we get to tell campfire stories?" He shifted slightly.

are they just gonna hang out in the woods oooor private safehouse in the middle of nowhere))

Naw

Your Chevy will get stuck on the side of the highway and I'll have to go and tow that shit))

"It looks pretty broken to me." She said sarcastically, nodding. "Yep. And of course, we do. I'll make sure you get super scared." She teased, giving him a faint smile.

((Either, I don't really know yet

You pick))

it'll be stuck cuz I'll have flipped it like seven times and it was wheels up in the ditch brcause I'm a dumbass))

He huffed. "My eye doesn't count, it looks way way too awesome. It didn't hurt my brain, I'll be fine." He glared, looking ahead. "Try not to give me me nightmares in my sleep that you wont let me have." He sounded a little salty.

iiiii think cabin?))