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The dashboard clock ticked past hour four of the drive. Sunlight filtered through the windshield, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air between Henry and you. Henry’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched tight as you’s voice filled the car with a relentless stream of stories. The silence he cherished was being drowned out by pure, unadulterated energy. His eyes flicked to the road, then to the passenger seat, a deep, ragged sigh escaping his lips. He couldn't take it anymore. With a sharp exhale, he broke the tension, his voice rough but fond: “you, for God’s sake, I love you—but you gotta stop talking for a moment before I jump out of this car.”