He had been talking for hours. HOURS.
She had been going crazy for hours. HOURS.
As Alaska and Yukon winded down the dirt road, the former contemplated stopping the car and yelling at Yukon. She resisted, knowing that he would pout the rest of the way, making him even more unbearable.
She tried to block Yukon out as he droned on and on about his various adventures and accidents, close calls and great meals. To him, this was amazing - he was catching up with a close friend he hadn't see in YEARS. To her, this was a form of torture.