[ just before closing the trunk, he plucks the bags of snacks and deposits them onto thorns' lap. he's very welcome.
and by drive—he'd literally meant drive. instead of putting on music, he rolls down the windows and takes them over a bridge, following quiet roads that run right along the water's edge. ]
When you're out this late at night, there's no traffic. You can go on, and on, and on—and the world's still so quiet.
[ he props an arm on the window frame, letting the wind sweep over him, tugging at his hair. ]
It kind of felt like you needed some slowing down. Don't burn yourself out with how much you've picked up, Thorns.
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and by drive—he'd literally meant drive. instead of putting on music, he rolls down the windows and takes them over a bridge, following quiet roads that run right along the water's edge. ]
When you're out this late at night, there's no traffic. You can go on, and on, and on—and the world's still so quiet.
[ he props an arm on the window frame, letting the wind sweep over him, tugging at his hair. ]
It kind of felt like you needed some slowing down. Don't burn yourself out with how much you've picked up, Thorns.