Hey you ♥

Some Bob for you.


The sound of an engine is faint, but quickly gets louder.

Ray keeps hold of his gun, ready if needed, but relaxes as Bob's motorcycle appears from the darkness.

It pulls to a stop, the engine cutting off abruptly. Bob stands and dismounts, removing his helmet.

His hair is long now and he pushes it back as he sits next to Ray, says, "It's fucking early, Toro."

It's what Bob always says, the same way he moves his hand so their fingers are brushing as they sit in silence, waiting for the sunrise.

Together to greet yet another new day.