Dan rubbed his arm, shifting uncomfortably under the seatbelt's restrictive hold. He had soon grown bored with looking outside at the green landscape that quickly flew by in a swirl of that same colour, now evaluating his driver with curiosity.
"Hey, why don't you turn some music on?" Dan suggested, slightly surprised at himself for asking.
Phil glanced briefly away from the road to flicker on Dan's face before returning back quite quickly. "I don't have a radio, if you hadn't noticed."
Dan's eyes widened, gawking at the empty space where the box should be. "Why, may I ask, don't you have one?"
"I don't really feel the need for it. My car is one of the only places where I can experience peace and quiet. What with work and the busy streets and such. This is one place where I escape it all, and just ponder my thoughts. Breathe clearly, think about my decisions, goals, accomplishments, proud moments, moments I made mistakes and how I can improve.
"But sometimes the quiet isn't always kind. Thinking about mistakes can become dangerous. Those days I do wish that I maybe had invested in a radio.
"Yet, most days I'm happy with my decision."
Dan sighed and rested his chin on his right hand, placing the other on top of Phil's, which was gripping the stick-shift. Phil looked over to Dan again, smiling softly and interlocking thier fingers after letting go of the shift. "Do you get why I might have done that?"
"Makes perfect sense to me."
256 words, loosely based on the song Car Radio by Twenty One Pilots.
