A drive at night with someone you spent a lot of time with. It would reveal a lot you might not know about the other person. Driving together at night does something to make it easier to talk. About things you wouldn't discuss in the daylight.

"I had a family."

"I figured."

"I ran away. Like just one day up and left. It's not something regular people do, Max. Like I haven't seen a show or a movie yet that depicts what I did."

"You're okay man. I feel like there's a lot of men who need a break."

"But those men always had issues. Tension. Addiction. Stuff like that. I had a great relationship with my kids. My wife. They would've never expected me to dart off like that. Model citizen. Leaves. No note. No message. They called me everyday for months."

"Shit."

"I know. I never told anyone before."

"It's okay. I mean you'll probably go back one day right? You're just trying to figure things out right now. I mean I plan on going back to school or getting a real job one day."

"No. I can't go back. I left because if I stayed, I would've killed myself."

Night was getting late. Max's eyelids were feeling like sandpaper. He had to crash soon. They were hours away from home. He had no idea what Dave's plan for lodging that night were.

"You wanna stop somewhere soon?"

"Nah. I'm not tired. You can sleep if you want. I'll keep driving for us."