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Wilbur stifles a yawn, pressing his hand to his mouth. He lets his eyes drift shut, just for a second, before he opens them again and focuses back on the road, blurring in his peripherals. He yawns again.
Tommy slides him a frowning glance. “You’re tired, Will.”
“Yeah, no shit,” Wilbur chuckles. He exhales, exhausted; all he wants to do is collapse and shut his eyes, like there’re bricks on his eyelids, but that’s not so easy to do when Road Trip Vlog turns into Drive Through The Night To Get To Your Motel Vlog. “‘M alright.”
“Pull over,” Tommy says. “Let me drive for a while.”
“No offense, Tommy, that’s the worst idea you’ve ever had.”
“Wha— Oi! Bitch! I'm an excellent driver, I dunno what you’re talking about—“
“I drove with you and you never remember to put on the goddamn turn signal.”
“I—well—that’s just because it’s useless, Will. Absolutely—absolutely obsolete. There’s no need for it! People should just be able to tell that I’m about to turn—“
Wilbur giggles through another stifled yawn. “I'm astonished that you managed to get your license.”
“You know what, okay, I changed my mind. Fuck you. Drive, bitch, I hope you fall asleep and crash the car and the insurance says they won’t pay for it because their policy doesn’t cover bastards.”
A beat of silence. Wilbur stifles his third yawn in as many minutes. Tommy huffs fondly.
“Really, Wilbur,” he says. “I’ll go slow and not kill us. Promise. I’ll wake you if I get scared or whatever.” He adds a narrow-eyed glance at Wilbur, nose crinkling, heavy with drama. “Although I won’t. Obviously.”
Wilbur glances toward him.
“Pull over. Let me drive for a while,” Tommy says gently. Wilbur huffs fondly and steers onto the shoulder of the highway, and they switch seats, Wilbur all but tumbling into the passenger’s seat. He sets his head against the cool window and his eyes fall shut almost immediately.
“Sleep, Will,” Tommy says gently. “I’ve got it from here.”