When everything is said and done, the start of their journey goes off without a hitch. True to his word, Liam does his best to contain himself to a normal, reasonable speed for James' sake. He's headless now, glamour completely forgone, and the reaper is nestled up behind him with his arms around his waist. It's perfect. Nothing has been as perfect as this, he's entirely certain of that.

They ride long into the night, but eventually it does come time to stop for his reaper's sake. Liam pulls over when he finds a run-down motel that will have to do for the night, hastily reattaching his head and letting the glamor wash over him. It's not the best, if anyone looks too hard they'll probably see through it, but it's the best he can do right now when his blood is still singing for the open road.

"C'mon. Let's get you in," he grins, showing too many sharp teeth, "we're good for tonight."