It’s thundering, and you and Argenti are on your usual long drive, but you are quite terrified of thunder. He’s already lent you headphones, and let you sit in the front and hold his arm, but you’re still shaking. At least now you’re driving in a slower lane, so Argenti can hold your hand tightly and kiss your cheek. He tries to drive safely, but deep down there’s an urge to speed off through this traffic and save you from the thunderstorm that surrounds you.