written for @afraschatz because i have to make things up :)))
(some robert & liv for you :D)
“Are we lost?” Liv asks, giving Robert an unimpressed look.
“No,” Robert says immediately. He flicks the indicator as if to prove he knows absolutely where they are and where they’re going, but he’s pretty sure the plaintive look he gives his dead phone speaks for itself. “Are you sure you can’t find the charger?”
“No, Robert, I deliberately overlooked it because I like being stuck in a car with you when you’re grumpy.” Liv rolls her eyes and goes back to her sketchbook.
Robert’s been driving slowly so that he doesn’t jog her too much, but she gets so involved he’s sure she wouldn’t even notice if he did. The last time he saw a sign was about thirty minutes ago and if he sees one more country lane he might throw himself out of the car and scream.
“You realise,” Liv says, helpfully, rubbing the sketch with her thumb. He can’t see what she’s drawing. “Aaron’s probably got the whole village out searching for us.”
Robert snorts, can imagine Aaron panicking, asking all and sundry whether they’ve been in contact with anyone. As if Robert would choose to contact anyone other than Aaron.
“Though he does know what you’re like going somewhere new.”
“Oi,” Robert says, grinning at the innocent look on Liv’s face. “I’ll have you know I can find the way home from anywhere.”
“Yeah,” Liv says, eyebrows raised, looking pointedly at the dead iPhone in the centre console. “When that things not dead.”
Robert opens his mouth, but can’t really refute it. “Well, hopefully we’ll find somewhere we can eat soon. I’m starving.”
“Same,” Liv says, sliding her sketchbook shut and shifting so that she has her feet up on the dash.
“Liv,” Robert says, eyes on the road, turning into a layby as the first car in centuries passes them on the tight road. “What have I told you about that?”
“’Don’t do it,’” Liv parrots, legs still up on the dash, “’if I have to brake, you’ll break your legs.’”
“And yet,” Robert mutters, and slaps her leg for emphasis. With a huffed sigh, Liv drops her feet to the floor, and then shifts them underneath so she’s sitting crosslegged. She’s still wearing her seatbelt, so Robert tries not to comment again. “Come on.”
“A sign!” Liv yells, waving her finger over to the side of the road.
To their shared despair, the sign reads Leeds: 35 which means another half hour on top of their journey plus, but as they burst out of the country roads onto the first dual carriageway they’ve seen in decades, Robert sees a sign for the services.
“Food,” he sighs happily.
“Yeah, yeah,” Liv says, grinning. “You’re buying though.”
“You took twenty from me just this morning,” Robert protests, knows for a fact she’s probably accumulated at least a hundred over the week, but she smiles sweetly at him.
“You also made me sit in a car with you for three hours. I think I deserve a prize.”
Robert sighs, mutters, “Yeah, alright,” but Liv’s grinning, her eyes soft in the way she gets when she really doesn’t mind at all, so he pays for her to have food and a dessert, and makes sure to charge up her phone before his.
“This way you can face the wrath of Aaron,” Robert tells her on their way back out to the car, one hand on her back.
“Great,” Liv sighs, but she leans into him a little, so Robert thinks he’s forgiven.
