( there's a bad moon on the rise )

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[ He's dead on his feet when they finally pull into the motel parking lot, checking in with a barely coherent agreement for the price of the room, pays cash in exchange for the key. When he drags himself back out to the truck, he shoulders both their bags and takes them to the room. Only when he's dumped them down right inside the door does he make his way back out to the car. Admittedly, he probably should have had Clarisse driving quite some time ago, but sleep was something that neither of them had been getting enough of, so he'd made the executive decision in her lack of consciousness; they were stopping for the night.

Opening the passenger side of the truck, he lifts himself up to kneel inside the door, half tempted to carry her inside if he didn't think she would try to take his head off in alarm. Instead, he reaches up, pushing her bangs out bangs out of her face; better than jostling her awake and startling her; that was just as likely to get him killed. ]

C'mon. We're stopped for the night. Unless you need me to carry you. [ Even in his exhaustion, he's still fully capable of being a shithead. (Also still entirely able to take note of how damn pretty she is, half asleep or not; she could probably have drool forming and he'd still think that kissing her was a good idea. Sometimes it really verged on gross how much he loved her.) ]