Painters-Phobia

Tony took the lead yet again driving down the main road with one hand on the wheel. Harry was looking out of the window trying to abstain from thinking about her. To no avail-her name popped up.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Harry was watching the cars pass by, he faked a smile. "I don't know if it will help."

Tony watched as his expression changed.

"They'll find her Harry."

Harry changed his slouched position and sat up straight, all the while checking the rear-view mirror. "They have to", he voiced. He was expecting something behind them, in the mirror or on the road. He felt foolish, looking for things that only he could see. He could smile from his unusual relief.

"You know I wonder what it's like."

Harry's eyebrow flinched and he noticed Tony's tone changed.

He waited for him to continue, sitting in uncomfortable silence for a few seconds. "You know. "He continued to say.