"Yeah, practically robbing the cradle," he said with a roll of his eyes. They were hilariously close to thirteen or so years apart. He chortled at the idea that he had differentiated into an omega in and around the same time that Wilson had been born, his own private joke. "You were in diapers when I was being productive."

He grumbled back at Wilson in their own little disapproving language, and he save the question of getting his hair cut the way that he liked it for the time being. However, his grumbling noise of disapproval was back when Sam moved away from him, forcing his face away and he reluctantly followed.

"Is that how long it's going to take to get wherever we're going?" Half an hour wasn't that long. He eyed the jacket and settled down, putting his back to the truck where it was more defensible and folded his bound hands close to his chin. "Don't think you get to order me around all the time."