Turk woke up at the first lights of dawn. Immediately, he looked over the bed next to him, where his brother was still asleeep. He hadn't woken up during the night, and Turk thought it was a good sign. He got up and got closer. Virgil wasn't so pale anymore, and his cheeks weren't flushed. Turk lightly touched his brother's forehead. It was cool, there was no sign of fever. Good. It was still very early, so he decided he could go back to sleep for a few hours.

He woke up again a few hours later, to find Virgil perfectly awake, looking at him.
"I'm hungry".
"Oh, hello," answered Turk."You're not going to puke again, right?"
"No. I'm really hungry".
"That's a good sign, I guess."
Turk got out of bed. "I'll get dressed and then I'll go buy some breakfast".
After a breakfast (light for Virgil, even if he insisted that he wanted eggs and bacon and not milk and cereal) and a shower, the twins started their trip to Vegas again.
"Oh, c'mon! Seriously? Country music?"
"What? I like this song!"
"Well, I don't. Search something else."
"Fine. But I'm nice only because you were sick".
"Oh, yes, about that."
"What?" asked Turk.
"Thanks for... for taking care of me. It was really nice of you".
Suddenly, Turk's expression hardened. "Sure. No problem".
Virgil frowned. "What?"
"What, what?"
"Why are you suddenly angry? I just thanked you".
"Exactly".
Virgil snorted and rolled his eyes. "What, it's that time of the month again? I was just being nice!"
"It seems that you don't know when you're supposed to thank someone and when you're not," explained Turk.
Virgil frowned again. "And what's that supposed to mean?"
Turk shook his head. "Nothing".
"Oh no, now you'll explain it to me. Or else, you have to admit you weren't make any sense at all".
"Fine. You really think I took care of you because I wanted to be nice? Or maybe I did it because you're my brother, and I don't like it when you're sick?"
Virgil opened his eyes even more, in an expression of surprise. "Wha...?"
"If I were the one to be sick, instead of you, you would have done the same for me".
"Yes, but..."
"Exactly. So why do you have to thank me as if I was some random person, instead that your own brother?"
"I really think you're reading too much in what I say, sometimes".
"Oh, yes. It's always my fault. Like when you didn't thank me at your reharsal dinner".
"Oh my God, again? See? You're not making any sense! That time I didn't thank you and you were angry because I didn't, this time I did thank you, and you're angry because I did!
"Yes! Beacuse you think you're really smart, smarter than me. And yes, for many things you are. But you're lacking the intelligence to understand what's important and when".
"That... really doesn't make any sense at all".
Turk shook his head again. "That thing at the dinner was different. You thanked literally everyone except me. But the bad thing was... that you thanked everyone for welcoming Sarah into our family. Except me. That wasn't right, because I was actually the first one who met her and made her feel like family. So you should have actually thanked me before everyone else. But the problem was that... It was humiliating. Because I was the only one who got excluded. And everyone probably thought that I wasn't been thanked because I was mean to Sarah, which is not true".
Virgil seemed to think about it. "I'm sure nobody thought that."
"Oh, are you sure? Because you can't be sure about it. The fact was... that you thanked everyone for being nice to Sarah, except me. So the logical assumption is that I wasn't being nice to Sarah. Which is totally false".
Virgil stayed in silence for a minute. "Right. Okay, let's say I understand your point of view. Would you also tell me why you're angry at me now, when I actually thanked for taking care of me?"
"Because you said that like you were surprised. I mean... you said that 'it was really nice of me'. Seriously? What did you expect? That I left you on the side of the road? That I kept driving even when you seemed on the verge of fainting? No, really, I'm asking you: what did you expect I would have done?"
Virgil seemed really surprised. And a little bit shocked. "I... nothing. I mean, of course I knew you would have taken care of me. And yes, I would have done the same for you. I just wanted to recognize the fact that... that what you did meant something for me. I didn't want to insult you, not this time".
Turk sighed. "Okay. Fine. I'm probably exagerating. I'm tired".
Nobody spoke for a while. Turk kept driving, focused on the road in front of him.
At some point, Virgil spoke again. "You've been really nice to Sarah, and I never told you how much that was important for me. But it was, and I never thanked you for that. I guess I didn't really expect anything different, I knew you would have been nice to her. So I guess I took it for granted, and that's why I didn't feel the need to thank you. Because really, I could have had a doubt about everyone at that table, but not about you. I just knew that I could count on you. But I'm sorry if I humiliated you, that really wasn't my intention".
Turk didn't speak for minute. "Thanks. I appreciate that".
Another long silence. Then, Virgil spoke again: "Now, can you please search another radio station, please?"
"Why, what's wrong with this one?"
"It's stupid!"
"No, it's not!"