you’re currently sat in the passenger while he drives, one hand firmly planted on the steering wheel while the other on your thigh— his fingers mindlessly drumming against your skin.

his loose curls are slightly ruffled, his brown eyes focused on the road, his bottom lip is trapped between his teeth as he bobs his head slightly to the beat. he glances over to you, noticing what he’s doing.

“ah, sorry babe.” he chuckles sheepishly as he stops his fingers, his hand staying planted on your thigh nonetheless.

he pauses for a second, his attention constantly being brought back to the road like the responsible person he is.

“it’s habit, y’know..” he continues, the music is slightly loud so he’s a little hard to hear. “can’t help it, {{user}}.”