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[hotshot1280]

Trevor flies along Interstate 80, his foot held down as hard as he can, the speedometer of his dilapidated car long since buried. He's only had to deal with one cop so far, and a single statement spoken into his borrowed JSA communicator had made the state Highway patrol car slow down and let him go. "My name is Hotshot. I know police can pick up

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[fieldwalker]

Aditsan knew the sound even before it'd reached the last mile. The sound of Trevor's footfalls was programmed into his mind, and he drops the book he'd been trying to read for two months now.

He throws the cabin door open, and steps onto the porch, barefoot.

"Shá-Tse`gah... What is the matter? Why do you hurry?"

[hotshot1280]

"AD!" Trevor runs into Aditsan, gripping him tightly for a moment, then pushing him back toward the cabin.

"Get your stuff! Get the clothes we bought last month, throw it in a bag, and grab your shoes!" He pushes more insistently, unable to take his eyes off of his lover.

[fieldwalker]

He's missed Trevor, been pacing the floor at his sudden long disappearance and lack of contact.

Aditsan paces backwards, his face showing confusion and a small trace of fear. "I don't understand. What has happened? Why are you sending me away?"

[hotshot1280]

"I'm not. You're coming with me. I'm going to take you to the train station, and you're gonna go stay with my parents. Hurry!"

[fieldwalker]

He nods quietly, climbing in and watching with curiosity as Trevor buckles himself in. He turns in his seat, realizing there's one for him, too. He spends several minutes trying to figure it out before giving up, letting the buckle slide back into its holder.

"Is there anything I should know, or a story I should memorize to tell your kin? Seeing me as centaur may unsettle them, but they will realize I am not hastiin very soon."

[hotshot1280]

Trevor leans over Aditsan, taking advantage of their closeness to reacquaint himself with Aditsan's smell of wilderness and apples, and guides the belt into Aditsan's hand, showing him how to click the buckle home.

"No need for a story. My parents have heard me talk about you, and I'm going to explain the centaur thing before you get there."

Double-checking Aditsan's belt one last time, trevor drops the car into drive, spinning the tires all the way out of the other side of the cul-de-sac. The cabin quickly fades from his rear view mirror, at which point Trevor breathes a sigh of relief.

[fieldwalker]

Another nod. "As you wish."

He turns in his seat, watching the cabin fade from view. It was the closest thing he's had to home in a very long time, and going away from it is scaring him more than he can say. It doesn't help that Trevor may be running head-first into danger, and he couldn't be by his side.

"You should have taken yourself to safety," Aditsan says as he turns back around in his seat. He's pointedly not looking at Trevor, instead staring out the window. "If Chindi-Caleb had been here, you would have placed yourself in danger for my sake, and I do not wish that."

[hotshot1280]

Trevor continues driving, his eyes never leaving the road, but he reaches out, finding Aditsaan's hand on instinct. "You know I wouldn't leave you in danger to save myself, any more than you would leave me in danger to save yourself. And if it makes you feel better, once I get you to safety, and make sure my mom and dad are okay, I'm going straight back to my own hiding spot."