"Sorry, I don't deal in canes." Harlow said sarcastically, tugging at her tank top as she headed onto the porch, glancing back and frowning at his limp. After, she turned her attention to the rain, sitting down on a rocking bench and gesturing for him to sit beside her.

He narrowed his eyes. "I didn't know you were in business." He tipped his head slightly. He watched her for a moment, leaning on something before he hesitantly came over and sat down beside her. The tapping of drips on the roof from the soaking trees was nice. "How long do you think we're gonna be out here?

Harlow offered him a slight smile at his comment, as well as his reluctance to sit with her. She curled her knees to her chest, watching the rain with a somewhat pensive look on her face. "I don't honestly know." She shrugged quietly, offering him an apologetic smile. "Weeks, maybe? A month, two? Whenever I think it's good to... keep moving, I guess." She added, closing her eyes and taking a breath. "You also don't have to come with me. I can drop you off with your father and you'll be as safe as ever- but I doubt my 'fugitive' status will drop anytime soon."