#i forced myself to skecth cpoz i cant let artists block win

Some travels were just too much.

He’d stop the car on the side of the road to let her rest and, at times, she’d still have to order him to get a shut eye as well because he never seem to get enough.

Resting her hand on his loose and ruffled coat, on his chest, she’d mutter. “It’s okay. I’ll protect you this time.”

Only then would he finally close his tired eyes and breathe.