It was the end of a convention. Craig, Evan, David and others just finished a panel together. All of the friends met countless fans, listened to countless stories. Lui's throat felt sore from all the requests in his squeaker voice. He and Daithi felt the effects of a long day as they left the building side by side, into the moonlit night. Hums of cars passing by and mumbles from other late visitors faintly filled the area.

"I feel like I'm gonna pass out," Lui opened quietly, rubbing his eyes with staggering steps. "You're driving to the hotel."

"But I hardly know these roads, I'll get lost-" The other complained.

The older man threw his keys at Daithi before he could further resist. "You're smart, you can figure it out," he encouraged his friend while he stood there, clueless.

"I'm not smart," The Irishman chuckled. Although he felt that was somewhat true.

Lui stopped in his tracks, halfway to his car. They locked eyes for a moment before he clasped his hands together and brought them to his chest. "Please, Nogla?" Daithi scoffed, still refusing. So the shorter one continued. "For me?"

He began to groan. Hesitantly, he shook the keys, walking towards Lui and staring at the cement before his feet. "Aah ya bastard, I'll drive."

"Yes! You're the best, man," Lui exclaimed, giving up his puppy expression and throwing his hands outward. He showed appreciation by hooking their arms in a link, walking leisurely. They remained in a pair until they reached his car, which is when he grasped the silver backseat door. "I'll be sleeping away in the backseat, if you don't mind."

Daithi unlocked his driver's door with a click, and did the same with the door Calibre set his hand on. "It's only like a five minute drive," he commented.

The American giggled, receiving a puzzled look from his partner in crime. "You don't know this place, it'll be flooded with everyone trying to get out at once," as he spoke, he made himself comfortable with his feet crossed. "Make that twenty minutes."

"Aww, you could've mentioned that before I agreed to be your chauffeur. I like naps too."

"I'll drive tomorrow, today's only the first day after all."

The younger started the engine with a purr. "Yeah well,- I call the next two naps, then."

Lui had already laid down and curled up. He buried his face in his sweatshirt sleeves and kicked his shoes off. "Deal," he mumbled. "and try not to hit any speed bumps too hard, I'm sensitive."

"Sure thing, your highness."

The driver found himself dosing off from time to time. Red lights backed up every road, dozens of cars around every corner he could see. Every occasion the traffic jam seemed to end, he was back in the middle a couple seconds later. His patience wore thin after a solid three minutes.

Daithi poked around the other's car during his spare moments. Into the glovebox, cupholders, all the nooks and crannies. Surprisingly, it wasn't messy. But unfortunately, not interesting. He fiddled with the mirrors and buttons, doing his best to occupy himself. The man sighed, and he again reached for his rear view mirror. Curiosity controlled his actions as he adjusted it to the backseat. Surely enough, Lui slept soundly with half his face hidden by his sleeves. For a moment, the Irishman reminded himself of old feelings. He remembered the sensation in his chest whenever they were around. He acknowledged how much he cherished their time together. How much he thought of him.

But his mind forged plenty of reasons to repress them. So he adjusted the mirror correctly.