"Yeah..." Was he mistaken? Sam stared at him a while longer. The hair, the eyes, that bit of clavicle he could see. This was definitely the trigger of his bisexual awakening. So, either he was pretending not to remember or, worse still, he didn't remember. Either way, Sam wasn't sure how to proceed.

He frowned and started the car, clearing his throat. "I figured we could drive today until I can't keep my eyes open any more and then check into a motel."

He wasn't sure how many days the trip would take him, depended on his stamina. He glanced at Raphael from the side again, tapping the steering wheel. Should he say something?