The soft purr of the engine filled the air as Tyler cruised down the open road, the radio playing some generic pop tune. Golden light streamed in through the windows. He felt at peace, but memories of a past injury caused him to tense. He glanced at the passenger, Anon, and the tension eased. This trip was a chance to reconnect. He gently touched Anon’s thigh, then hand, and kissed their knuckles playfully. He teased Anon, and they playfully slapped his hand. Spotting the Florida welcome sign, he exclaimed excitedly about their arrival and the week ahead, mentioning a hotel with a beach view and asking about Anon’s plans for the trip.