"We're low on gas," Abraham announced after another ten minutes of driving.

Parker sighed and rested his elbow on Barkovitch's head again. He made a pretty good armrest, seeing how he was pretty short and slouched to top it off. If only his hair wasn't unwashed from nights on the road. It was still soft, but…

Okay, his thoughts were turning weird.

"So, who's going to go in to pay for the gas? Or are we just going to take off right after we take it?" McVries wondered. "I mean, we're already condemned, why not?"

"Sounds good," Abraham said, shrugging. "Oh, and we could drop off Barkovitch-"

"What?" Barkovitch said, looking insulted. Parker dug his elbow into the smaller boy's head, and Barkovitch jerked away.

"Shut up and let me finish," Abraham said, turning to glare. And nearly killing them again. "Shit, um, what I was going to say – drop off Barkovitch and Parker a little ways away so they can go get us some food. Cheap stuff."

"Ice cream?"

"No, Art, that'd melt."

Parker snorted, moved Barkovitch over so that he could continue to use him as an armrest, and pointed. "Well, there's a gas station up there, right next to a grocery store, so if you're planning on dropping us off, you might as well do it now."

Abraham nodded and pulled over. Parker stepped out of the car, dragging Barkovitch behind him. He winced as his feet met the concrete. "Damn," he muttered under his breath. "I hate walking."

"Can you let go of me?"

Parker glanced at Barkovitch, who was actually standing on his tiptoes so that Parker wouldn't strangle him. "Oh, yeah, sorry," he said, letting go of the kid. Barkovitch rubbed his neck but, surprisingly, didn't glare all that much. "So, ready to go on a wonderful adventure in the… um… grocery store?"

Barkovitch rolled his eyes.

Parker didn't blame him.