Ian and Drax kept making eye contact with one another as Mina and Mills quietly rested. The women were not worried at all, but if Ian could, he would stop the truck and turn it around, and the sweat on Drax's forehead let him know that the man felt similar.
"Can you both relax." Mina said. "You're making me nervous."
"How can we relax when we have no idea where we are?"
"I get it, okay. I'm a terrible person and you are afraid of me, but I've already told you how I felt. If you don't believe me, we can stop the truck and you can get out." Ian pulled Mina into his chest, glaring at Drax who wore a frown.
"Mina babe; you've said it yourself, Drax and I aren't like you and Mills. This is very unlike what we are used to getting into."
"But I told him how I felt. Why can't he understand that?" Ian could immediately tell that Mina was not angry with Drax. She was upset about something else, only he did not know what.
