[ That earns Marc a look that's only marginally less confused than the first, if only because Adrian understands what vestments are. He supposes that the man could be a priest or a cleric of... something. Cleric seems more likely. They're the ones who carry scars, go into battle for their gods.
Adrian decides it isn't worth asking right now, when he needs his breath for other things, but he's certainly planning to bring it up again when they're clear. They make it to the van, though Adrian barely has time to gesture to the left side before Marc is unlocking the door. It's fine, it works. He lets Marc unlock the passenger door from the inside and lets himself in on the right. Exhausted though he might be from earlier, he's well accustomed to pushing himself past it to do what needs to be done.
There's no question or argument; he grabs the seatbelt and locks it into place. (He's seen how Fern drives, even when she isn't on her motorcycle. It must be some sort of mechanical demon possession that makes them incapable of understanding what a speed limit is.) ] —You're also going to wear one, aren't you?
[ A seatbelt, he means.
When he looks out the window, the shadows have grown so thick that it's hard even for him to know which are ordinary and which are — something else. ]
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Adrian decides it isn't worth asking right now, when he needs his breath for other things, but he's certainly planning to bring it up again when they're clear. They make it to the van, though Adrian barely has time to gesture to the left side before Marc is unlocking the door. It's fine, it works. He lets Marc unlock the passenger door from the inside and lets himself in on the right. Exhausted though he might be from earlier, he's well accustomed to pushing himself past it to do what needs to be done.
There's no question or argument; he grabs the seatbelt and locks it into place. (He's seen how Fern drives, even when she isn't on her motorcycle. It must be some sort of mechanical demon possession that makes them incapable of understanding what a speed limit is.) ] —You're also going to wear one, aren't you?
[ A seatbelt, he means.
When he looks out the window, the shadows have grown so thick that it's hard even for him to know which are ordinary and which are — something else. ]