[She's so eager, and he can only imagine it's because she wants her own revenge. It's unbelievable to him how Cruz treated her for that incident, but fear makes people do stupid, shitty things sometimes. And that's what it must have been, right? Fear left over from what happened to him and Elizabeth, fueling dumb choices.

And anyway, what's there to lose here? This is barely a barn, barely a house. Cruz is dead, he doesn't need a bunch of fucking decaying wood to pretend it's a home. The guy is clinging to the past in a way that hurts him and everyone around him. Time to wipe the slate clean, give him a fresh start. If all he's doing is clinging to existence because of his past, then maybe it's best to destroy that past and let him find a reason to be in the present instead.

He takes the lighter, steals another kiss, then goes to hop on the bike just to wheel it out of the barn and away from the growing fire Chrissy has just started. Their stuff will get a little wet, but whatever, it'll only be a minute.]

Bet the inside is dry, around the kitchen. Get a handful of that hay, would you?

[Inside, he spares a glance at the trunk, then grabs a pillow and takes it to the kitchen. He slits it open, pulls out soft batting fibers until it's a pile of burnable material with the hay right in the middle, and places it in the middle of the floor. With a flick of his lighter and a few puffs of breath to get it to spread, it eats its way outward and starts licking at the cracked wooden floorboards.]

There. It'll have plenty of time to grow before the rain finds it. You all ready, little flame?

[This time he's addressing her, of course, and grins as he nips at her lips again, then tugs her toward the door to leave.]