Dave chose McDonalds, purely because he saw it first. He pulled into the parking lot, and for once was surprised that Bransen actually had a good opinion. He said it would be best it stay away from security cameras, and Dave nodded in agreement. “You have a good point.” He said. He hoped that they wouldn’t trace the pair to McDonalds, but if they had the software for the facial recognition set up with a wide enough area, it was possible that they would appear. When the engineer said that they should go separately, Dave agreed as well. Perhaps Bransen had just needed proper sleep, because he was actually seeming somewhat competent now, for the first time that the suit could recall since they had met. “What do you want?” Dave asked. “I will go through the drive through while you go to the bathroom, and then I will go a few minutes later, when we finish eating.” He explained. That would probably be the best way to avoid them getting noticed.

Fortunately, by the time Bransen emerged, Dave had gotten the food and parked the new vehicle. He might have ordered a bit much, getting a very large fries and drink to go with his meal. The McFlurry was in addition, and he was sorely disappointed about the size. They were seriously getting smaller. The suit probably should have been more worried about money, but he knew that they would unload the car in NYC, and hopefully make some cash from unloading some of the other things that Dave still had from Hawtholders. Of course, he needed to talk with Bransen about what they would sell. The gun might come in handy, but they didn’t have a permit, and if their car was searched on the way to Canada, they would be fucked. It would be safer in lots of ways to get rid of all of it, and they would have enough cash to make it to Canada and go their separate ways, should they both actually make it that far.

Dave was enjoying the silence, though that was entirely because he was preoccupied with the food in front of him. He didn’t notice the way Bransen ate, though if Bransen had woken at a few inopportune moments of the drive thus far, he might have found Dave’s lingering upon his face for a few moments longer than necessary to simply affirm that the other man was still sleeping. Bransen wasn’t an unattractive man. The problem was simply with his personality. The engineer acted as if he was better than Dave, just because he had more book smarts. Dave didn’t like that quality at all. It was the same quality that Kit Marshall had; the man had always acted like Dave was some sort of lesser being, a stupid suit, and even though Dave had only known both of these men for a short while, he found that quality incredibly annoying.

When Bransen said that it sounded terrible to dip French fries in ice cream, Dave shrugged. “Not everyone can handle the awesome that is French fried McFlurry” He said simply. When Bransen asked if he could try, Dave nodded and held out the cup. “You guess?” He asked, shaking his head with Bransen’s assessment. Bransen continued, saying that he couldn’t mix business with pleasure. It was a strange way to phrase the idea of dipping fries in ice cream, and yet again Dave felt like Bransen’s snobbishness was trying to come out. Why did the man have to overcomplicate things so much? He tilted his head a bit as Bransen looked towards the window and mumbled something about other people being able to do it….whatever it was. Dave was sure that Bransen was talking about something else entirely, but he had no idea what it was. 

“You’ve got issues, Berkman.” Dave said, shaking his head. He ate another fry before he continued. “I mean, who considers any part of a McDonald’s meal to be ‘business’?” He asked, laughing a little. He wasn’t going to seriously question Bransen’s way of life, but the man had to have some serious priority issues if he considered either fries or McFlurries to be anything short of unhealthy deliciousness. The meal lapsed back into quiet, and Dave ate just about everything that he had ordered. When he was finished with his meal, he put everything back in the bag, and then stepped out of the car briefly to drop it in the trash. He still had a bit of soda left, but he planned to drink that over the next few hours. Dave went into the McDonald’s to pee as well. Though he wasn’t as bathroom shy as the other man, he hoped that the large gap between when they were seen would help prevent them from getting noticed. Returning to the car once he had relived himself, Dave waited until Bransen was done and ready to dump the trash before he spoke again. “Hey, do you want to switch spots and drive for a bit?” He asked, totally ready to take a bit of a nap. Though Bransen hadn’t answered him before, he assumed that the offer was still on the table, and his tone was rather pleased at the idea of getting a break with the driving.

Bransen agreed, and Dave moved into the passenger seat when the engineer got out to dump the food. He moved the seat back a little so his legs had a bit more room, and switched the soda to his side as well, getting a bit more comfortable in the seat. If Bransen asked, Dave would tell him which direction he needed to go to get back on the highway. After that, it wouldn’t exactly be a difficult drive, and so Dave relaxed. He would fall asleep after about an hour if Bransen stayed quiet, but the man could easily stay up as well, and would certainly do so if Bransen looked tired at the wheel.