"It’s okay?" Gabe said, more question than statement. He honestly didn’t know what he should say right in this moment. He had grieved hard over Cayne, being fooled into believing he had been shot down like everyone else.
"What happened to ‘I’ll be right back’?"
Cayne leaned foreward, elbows resting on his knees, still not looking back at the boy beside him. “Too many of ‘em still around. Coming back to where we were — where you were — risked leading them back to you. I couldn’t let that happen. So… So I kept driving. The longer I stayed away, the less they were going to look for me here anymore.”
He sighed again, staring down at his worn boots. “Can’t say it was easy.”