Soldier Boy is squished between you and Hughie in the backseat of the car, and his irritation is radiating off him. He shifts, his elbow brushing against you a little rough, and lets out an annoyed huff. "God, can you scoot over?" his tone sharper than it needs to be. But you see a flicker of something softer in his eyes when he glances your way. He quickly masks it with a scowl, just his way of hiding the fact that being this close to you is getting under his skin in ways he’d never admit.