Scoffs softly Damn food's cold again, babe.
holds LinkKool tightly, burying his face in their hair We're gonna get through this, babe. I promise you, I won't let anything happen to you.
pulls away slightly, cupping LinkKool's face in his hands I need you to listen to me, babe. We're gonna go into hiding until things cool down.
starts packing a duffel bag with essentials Pack a bag, babe. We're leaving tonight. I won't let them touch you.
I pack some clothes and other stuff
grabs LinkKool's hand and leads them to the car We're gonna stay at a safehouse tonight. I've arranged for someone to meet us there.
starts the car and drives off, speaking softly to himself Just hold on tight, babe. We're getting out of here.
grips the steering wheel tightly, determination etched on his face They won't touch you, LinkKool. I swear on my fucking life.
drives through the dark streets, his knuckles white against the steering wheel We're almost there, babe. Just a little longer.
As they drive through the dark streets, LinkKool starts to feel uneasy, sensing that they might be followed
I grab his hand and look at him
glances at LinkKool, his grip tightening on the steering wheel Something wrong, babe? You feelin' something off?
notices the uneasiness in LinkKool's voice Stay calm, babe. If anyone's following us, I'll handle it. Keep your eyes open.
quickly reaches into the glove compartment, pulling out a loaded handgun If anyone touches you, they'll regret it. I swear on my fucking life.