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Second Miltia's traffic is bright and busy in the dimming sunset. Headlights shine softly through the tinted window that Rubedo is staring at. Chin on his knuckles, he watches everyone else speed by, watches the rest of the world go about its business.
He shakes his head, ending the twilit reverie, and turns to look at his brother. Yet another reason he's glad they don't have to drive; Nigredo needs these backseat naps. He doesn't rest enough otherwise.
Eyes half-lidded, Rubedo sends him a mental wave of warmth and affection. Nigredo smiles in his sleep and scoots over to rest his head on Rubedo's shoulder.
Feeling like his heart shouldn't fit in his chest, Rubedo fights the need to stroke his cheek, and lets him sleep.