Well, the good news was that he didn't get eaten by a bear. The bad news was, his boyfriend got himself surrounded by vultures. And they all wanted one thing. Harry tossed his toiletries into the backseat of the car and then just walked over to the group. The girls gave him a look but Harry didn't mind, he just leaned against the side of the car and watched Sam look at the engine for a few. Then he reached over and slapped his ass.

"Hey, roadside hunk, you're not triple A. Get your helpfully sexy self back to the car before the snow makes these roads impossible to get through." Which, given they were in South Dakota, was actually very possible.

Harry turned to the girls, smiling like a shark. Nice try, ladies. "We're going to meet the parents and we wouldn't want to be late. Sorry, ladies. But I'm sure sure that guy at the checkout will help you out." And that guy was quite the downgrade.