Gunther sat in a chair at the hotel, staring at the TV all day. He drooled all over the chair and himself while Kick packed their bags later that night. He was still mad at Gunther for what he did, but now he's furious because Gunther didn't even bother to help him after Kick asked him a billion times. Gunther kept saying he had more important things to do, but all he did the whole day was sit in the chair and watch TV. He didn't even get up once all day.
Eventually, Kick had enough. He just walked in front of the TV with his arms crossed, wearing his usual steely gaze.
"What?!" Gunther asked, being rude.
"This is the 'MORE IMPORTANT' thing to do than help me?!"
"Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh..........No, of course not! I was-"
"Don't try to make up any excuses, Gunther. I saw you sitting on the couch all day."
"Sorry........"
"I'm going to take a nap before we leave tonight. You should too, because if you're tired I'm not gonna stop so you can rest."
"I'm not gonna take a nap."
"Suit yourself." Kick fell onto his bed without getting under the covers and slept for a few hours.
A FEW HOURS LATER WHEN KICK AND GUNTHER LEFT THE HOTEL ROOM.......
"Kick, I'm tired."
"I told you to get some rest before we go." Kick wanted to punch Gunther in the face right now, but he didn't. He knew violence wasn't the answer. He just had to relax.
Kick sighed and said "We're going to at least get out of the apartment. After we've gone a few miles, we'll stop and rest."
"I don't know about this, Kick. What if something bad happens to us?"
"Trust me, n-"
"WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO YOU?! I'LL NEVER FIND MY WAY HOME AND DIE!" Gunther yelled while picking up Kick and shaking him.
"Everything's gonna be okay, Gunther. I promise. And can you put me down?"
"I trust you, Kick. Please take me home." Gunther starrted rubbing Kick's helmet, and never put him down yet.
"Come on, Gunther."