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Darius watched the trees blur by, only being smudges of faded green in the void of the night.

“It's quiet.” He said, his voice breaking the solemn silence that drifted through Ben's van, his eyes flitted over to the man driving. Ben looked different, defined.

“It's night, and we're on this.. Secluded, creepy ass road.” Ben snorted, keeping his eyes on the road in front of them. He was right – it was pretty eerie, not even the wind was howling to move against the trees, no bushes rustling. Just the soft hum from the van. And their breathing.

The first thing Darius took notice of when he got into the car was the T-rex smeller hanging from Ben's rear view mirror. Cute. Was the first thing that came to mind.

The drive was mostly quiet, with some small talk. Awkwardness was choking Darius.

“So, how's your life going? Therapy going well?” Ben broke the silence – his words pierced the silence like a spear. He glanced at Darius from the corner of his eye, before skimming the road in front of them again.

Ben had always cared about him. Frequently checking up on him, even bringing him a few trinkets. Who couldn't love him?

“S’fine. Pretty boring, actually. You?” Darius chuckled, leaning his elbow against the car window, turning his head fully to Ben. He couldn't help but skim over Ben's features.

Darius' thoughts drifted back to Nublar – “I love you, bud.” – He shook his head slightly, shaking that thought out of his head. But he couldn't deny the heat creeping up to his face.

Even after six years, he couldn't rid himself of those feelings. He couldn't shake them off.

He opened his mouth to say something, before closing it. What could he say?

He was snapped out of his thoughts when Ben spoke, he wished he hadn't asked.

“Me and my partner – actually, we went on a hike,” He smiled, recalling the thought.

Oh.

“Oh?” Darius asked, hoping Ben hadn't picked up on the crack in his voice. His eyes stung a little, the all too familiar salty water gathering up.

“Yeah – we…” The words were filtered out of Darius' head, he turned his head back to the flurry of woods they were passing by, his vision blurry, head spinning.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, sliding a hand over his mouth to muffle any noises.

Of course. it's been six years, of course he wouldn't… he couldn't finish his trail of thought.

And it was then – he still wished he was on Nublar again. Where it was just them – and no one else. Just them.

His heart throbbed.

“That's.. that's great, Ben.” He said with choked words, staring out at the blur of green. Maybe if he hadn't isolated himself, maybe if things went differently… maybe if -

Maybe in another universe.