[Abel's heart soars at Cain's expression. Watching him marvel at the view is incredible, and makes every hour of sleep he lost worth it and then some. He could honestly cry. And they haven't even started riding yet, this is just the view.]

[Only a little overwhelmed, he smiles and gestures down the hill.] My parents house was just down there. [Conspicuously absent from Abel's point of view, but Cain wouldn't know. He'd race up this hill away from the house and that would satisfy him some days-- just the physical act of putting distance between himself and the expectations. And then when he came back down, it loomed like the house was shaming him for running. He hated it. So it's just not there anymore.]

[Abel runs his hand fondly over the shiny red motorcycle, his best friend, carrying him everywhere and away.] I'd drive up this hill all the time, almost every day the last few weeks before I deployed. Whenever I felt like I needed to run, or remind myself of what I wanted to protect.