They drove back with a moment of silence between them as the sounds of the engine occupied their lack of words.
Kyrie still had his hand trailing the scarf. It was surprisingly smooth and hugged his body with a sense of warmth that must have come from Negan's body.
There was this smell that was attached to it. Kyrie didn't know if it was smoke or just memories.
Negan drove in silence, his eyes on the road, but Kyrie caught him glancing over once or twice.
"I trust it's in safe hands?" Negan asked with a smile.
"The scarf?" Kyrie touched it again.
"Yeah. It is"
"Good."
That was all. There wasn't much after that, just the silent understanding between them.
The safehouse finally appeared ahead, and Negan pulled the vehicle to a stop outside.
They sat there for a moment, neither moving or speaking.
"4.AM," Negan broke the silence.
"I'll wake you."
Kyrie nodded and stepped out.
"Alright " He said as he closed the door.
