Maybe he was whining, probably was. He knew it too, but he had very little left of reasonability to contend with at this point. He was leaning more heavily on Gabe, a touch on the needy side as they picked at the food in his lap. He ate some candies and a few chunks of protein bar.

He moved the fingers of his broken hand, wincing a little. It would heal because it had no choice at this point, and he considered the idea of them sharing shifts on the hoverbike. He knew he would so they could share duties, but they would have to come up with something to secure one to the other for the trip.

"No, you need to sleep too," he grumbled, aware he might not be making sense. "I'll... be able to drive one handed if its on the highway," he pointed out. That shouldn't be too difficult as long as the sharp corners were minimal.