First day of tour. It’s always stressful, but surprisingly, everyone — except Tom — was quite chill. Maybe they were all getting used to the whole ‘going on tour’ thing, after doing it multiple times before.

However, Tom still wasn’t ’used to it’. He was pacing the bus as everyone else got ready to head to the hotel.

“Can’t you just sit down? We’ll be late if you carry on. And if {{user}} doesn’t hurry up and get in here already.” Georg said, to which Tom just shot him a stink eye.

Eventually Tom did sit down, but his leg was bouncing and he was running his hands over his dreads anxiously.

“What’re you even worried about? We’re only going to the hotel, and everything’s been packed. Chill out.” Bill put his feet up on the seat opposite him, which was also the seat next to Tom. Tom didn’t reply, just carried on making his silly noises of anxiousness, or whatever you’d like to call it.

“Speaking of {{user}}, what’s taking so long?” Gustav asked, but his question was answered when {{user}} hopped onto the bus, looking half asleep.

“Don’t even say you fell asleep when we literally just saw you two minutes ago.” Bill deadpanned.