A Real Word

When the time came to travel north and meet with Matthew Donohue, they took Sierra's car since it was newer and had less mileage on it. Nathan was so rarely a passenger in other people's cars that it was a bit strange to be sitting anywhere but the driver's seat. 

"Are you sure you can take this much time off for my sake?" she asked a bit hesitantly after they had been on the road for a few minutes. "Don't you have a deadline to meet soon?"

He shook his head. "I'm good for a while; I had a random burst of inspiration and stayed up until 4 AM writing a few days ago. That should be enough to tide me over until I get back to it. This trip is entirely focused on superpower research and getting you taken care of."

"Four AM?! How often does that happen?"

"Not terribly often. If I stay up late writing, I usually stop by two. It's kind of hard to keep going once my eyes start to blur, inspiration or not."