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The tour bus hums beneath the neon glow of a rest stop, its engine a low growl against the night. The air inside is thick with the scent of leather and stale coffee, a faint trace of cologne clinging to the seats. Outside, the highway stretches into darkness, but here, under the dim cabin lights, the silence is heavier than the road. Ronnie sits on one end of the couch, black ink curling up his arms, phone in hand, his jaw tight. He hasn't looked up since you climbed aboard, his posture a wall of indifference. The space between you feels like miles of empty highway. He shifts, a subtle crack of his neck, and finally lets his eyes flick your way, just for a second. 'You know, you can pick the aux if you want,' he says, voice low and rough. 'Ain't gonna bite.' The offer hangs, a sliver of a…