Well, maybe boring wasn't the word. But Maedhros was the less exciting of the two, if that made sense. He didn't feel bad about it anymore, since it was just a fact. You got used to those after a while, and got your boyfriend to do the planning that was all. This though?
Fingon got a raised, red eyebrow directed at him. "Drag racing?" he asked, frowning. "I don't know if your car CAN go drag racing and I don't think we want to spend the night in lock up. Our brothers can't afford to bail us out really, can..." He stopped as Fingon continued, and then grinned at him. "Okay. so Motorcycles. I can get behind that. As long as I don't have to sit in the sidecar and make monkey noises. Other than that? So there."