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[soujiinspades]

Soujirou looked out the window at the scenery passing by. Here they were, utterly alone, on the way to London. Naturally, Aidan was driving, if only due to complaints about Souji's own driving skills (which were perfectly fine, thank you

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[drinkacupoftea]

Aidan had an amazing gift, though some preferred to call it a curse. He could talk on and on, for miles and hours on end without actually ever seeming to say anything of consequence only to be able to explain at the end of the conversation a list of twelve points, a thesis statement and an in-depth analysis of all the reasons why his nonsensical chattering actually had well, a point to it all. Currently, he was employing his amazing talent to keep the silence of the car from drowning the two of them. Music continued on in the background, supplying the lulling uniformity of background music everywhere even as his eyes stayed on the road and his mouth carried off random points of observation. Currently he was on the topic of souvenirs.

"So, possibly the purple or pink one then! I think it will look fabulous, don't you?"

[soujiinspades]

Thank god for that odd talent of his, for once. Though Souji would never admit to it. It'd been a week since he'd decided to end the relationship, though the words and actions had yet to be done.

"Won't the pink be overwhelming?" he asked, glancing over at Aidan.

[drinkacupoftea]

"Maybe. . .purple with something light then! Can't hurt the eyes!" Aidan hummed a chirpy sound as he paused, a natural lull in the conversation as the car continued to drive through the winding motorway. The gloomy skies that had hovered over them ever since they'd left Countshire finally burst and drizzles and splatters of rain started to fall on the sleek car that Aidan was driving. He flicked the windshield wipers, letting the black bars do their work, sliding back and forth.

[soujiinspades]

Thud, thud went the windshield wipers, quiet as they slid back and forth again and again. The rain washed down the windows, blurring the world around them. There was no music or radio on. Nothing else broke the silence.

Was he doing the right thing?

"I can't continue this," Soujirou injected suddenly into the quiet calm.