"Okay."
"Okay? Parker! I just told you that I used to be a mass murderer without a logical reason."
"Yes. But it was logical to you back then. So that's okay."
"I don't think it will ever be okay."
"I don't like okay anyway." She stuck out her tongue. He laughed.
"Thanks for listening."
"No problem." Awkward pause. Awkward but uncomfortable. "Can I tell you something?"
"Yeah sure."
"I'm scared of heights."
"Noooo."
"What do you mean noooo? Yes. I'm scared of heights."
"But you love jumping off buildings."
"I do. It's different."
"How?"
"It's complicated. I hate heights because there's nothing to support me. You know? No one to catch me."
"Then you are scared of death."
"Oh. Death? Psssh. I'm not scared of death."
"Parker?" He raised one arm to pull her closer.
"I've faced death too many times to be scared." She said, her head comfortably leaned against his shoulder. "Not anymore. I'm no longer scared of death." She let his arms wrap around her protectively.
"Okay."
"Eliot?"
"Yeah?"
"Never mind."
"Common darlin'. Tell me."
"I'm scared of dying alone."
"Me too. And you wouldn't. You have us."
"Okay." Parker scooted closer to him.
"Parker. Maybe we should talk about this."
"About what?"
"About us."
"I'm not good at talking."
"You're doing great darlin… what I mean is that… don't you think this feels right?"
"I don't know how to feel right. But if this what real feels like then I like being right."
"Parker. Look at me. Don't ever be right."
"Huh?"
"You're perfect. Don't change."
"But I thought this feels right."
"I meant this feels perfect."
"Then can we never change it?"
"I thought you liked change."
"Not anymore."
"Okay." Comfortable pause. "Parker?"
"Hmmm. Yeah?"
"Go sleep. Two hours till we land in San Lorenzo."
"I don't sleep."
"Yes you do darlin'. And you'll need it."
"I don't sleep at a public place."
"Don't worry. I'll be here. Okay?"
"Okay. Pinky promise?"
"Pinky promise."