During further tests, his confidence waned. Following a pen with his eyes caused him to lurch; he stumbled through stories and the alphabet, alternating between pride and embarrassment. He insisted he was a good driver and that nothing serious had happened, while the night grew colder and quieter around them.
Eventually, the officer told him to place his hands behind his back. He froze, then sighed, muttering about paperwork and the hassle ahead, finally accepting the situation with subdued resignation.
The ride to the station was quiet, broken only by the hum of tires and radio crackle. Under harsh fluorescent lights, he followed instructions, occasionally apologizing and asking for clarification, his bravado replaced by introspection.
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