When they stopped after three hours of non-stop driving, Helena tried to talk to Alphonse, but instead, her friend held a hand up and shook his head.
"I need space," he told her.
"Are you leaving us here?" Helena asked, worried that she'd just lost not only her friend but also their chance of making it to a safe city.
Alphonse didn't answer her at first.
He kept his eyes on the woods in the distance.
Helena understood his need to run to clear his mind, she was the same way, it was one of the many things they'd bonded over.
"I won't leave you," Alphonse finally said. "But I need to think Helena. I can't have you bombarding my senses at every moment. I need to think."
Helena nodded.
"I'm sorry," Helena finally said as Alphonse began to walk away.
He looked back at her and nodded.
"We'll talk more when we get home," he said before running off to the woods.
With Alphonse disappearing into the treeline, Rae reached for Helena's hand and gave it a squeeze.
