"I won, that's what matters," Heero mumbled a little weakly, but he still managed the vaguest of smirks.

Being moved about caused him to wince a bit, especially when he managed to brush a particularly sore spot of his hand in just the wrong way against the edge of the seat (probably a dislocated finger - he'd have to remember to take care of that). He sank into the seat easily enough, preferring to remain seated instead of giving into the urge to lie down and sleep. He looked up at Wufei. "There's a shorter way home if you bypass main street. Old road nobody takes anymore."