[The long drive is definitely starting to exhaust Arthur, especially since he's so used to being active, always busying himself with one thing or another. But he's fallen into lazy thoughts, grown mind-numbingly bored, staring out at the road ahead and somehow absently steering them in the right direction. The cooling air helps as it breezes through the open car, pulling stray strands of hair free from the gelled mass to flap around his face. But there's only so much that can do to keep him focused.
It's frustrating, if nothing else, when he's left with nothing but wandering thoughts because it never leads anywhere good - he thinks of it as stepping out into no man's land, never sure if something's going to trip him up, knock him down, and he can't afford to get lost there. There's a reason he likes to keep busy.
It takes a moment for the words to sink in, responding on a delay as the welcome distraction seeps through the block he's been trying to sustain to stop himself going mad.
He smiles as he glances over.] We wouldn't want
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Well, they didn't think to look in a bloody broom cupboard so I doubt they'll think to look in the middle of nowhere, America.
[She gives him a smile, pushes her own sunglasses up because it's not that bright anymore, before patting him tiredly on the knee.] You know I could take the next shift at driving, I'm all right for it. You look absolutely done in as it is, mm?
[Pushing the door open, she unbuckles her belt carefully, and clambours out. The first thing she does is stretch, spine popping uphappily as she moves.] Christ, I wish they'd invent teleportation already.
[Laughing, he stretches out his legs in the little space he has to work with.] That's what you get when you hire brawn over brains. But then we were the ones locked in the damn thing.
[He returns the smile, automatically placing his own hand over hers.] The break should help. But if not, I'll let you take over. We should take it in turns to get some sleep.
[He laughs softly as he unlocks his own seat belt and swings open the driver's door, climbing out. He lets out a moan of satisfaction as he stretches every muscle, pacing slowly until the feeling returns to his legs.] Unfortunately that only happens in books and on TV. [Reaching for the jacket on the back seat, he rummages in the pockets until he finds the packet of cigarettes he's looking for.] It would be more convenient, though.
Mm, but convinient doesn't do us any good ever, does it?
[She looks back to smile at him, leaning over the car door to take the files out. In truth she's too tired to walk around, but it's better than pulling her legs up in the tiny space. So she sticks close to the car, letting the breeze refresh her.] Can I nick a fag off you?
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It's frustrating, if nothing else, when he's left with nothing but wandering thoughts because it never leads anywhere good - he thinks of it as stepping out into no man's land, never sure if something's going to trip him up, knock him down, and he can't afford to get lost there. There's a reason he likes to keep busy.
It takes a moment for the words to sink in, responding on a delay as the welcome distraction seeps through the block he's been trying to sustain to stop himself going mad.
He smiles as he glances over.] We wouldn't want ( ... )
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[She gives him a smile, pushes her own sunglasses up because it's not that bright anymore, before patting him tiredly on the knee.] You know I could take the next shift at driving, I'm all right for it. You look absolutely done in as it is, mm?
[Pushing the door open, she unbuckles her belt carefully, and clambours out. The first thing she does is stretch, spine popping uphappily as she moves.] Christ, I wish they'd invent teleportation already.
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[He returns the smile, automatically placing his own hand over hers.] The break should help. But if not, I'll let you take over. We should take it in turns to get some sleep.
[He laughs softly as he unlocks his own seat belt and swings open the driver's door, climbing out. He lets out a moan of satisfaction as he stretches every muscle, pacing slowly until the feeling returns to his legs.] Unfortunately that only happens in books and on TV. [Reaching for the jacket on the back seat, he rummages in the pockets until he finds the packet of cigarettes he's looking for.] It would be more convenient, though.
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[She looks back to smile at him, leaning over the car door to take the files out. In truth she's too tired to walk around, but it's better than pulling her legs up in the tiny space. So she sticks close to the car, letting the breeze refresh her.] Can I nick a fag off you?
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