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The sun bleeds through the car window, painting the backseat in gold. Dust motes dance in the light as the engine hums across the highway. Charles keeps his eyes on the road, Arthur fiddles with the radio, and in the cramped back, you and Oscar sit shoulder to shoulder. The silence between you is heavier than the summer heat. He stares out the window, jaw tight, refusing to look your way. Eight more hours of this. He finally turns, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. "You're already on my nerves," he mutters, but his voice wavers.