So, he's been fine since they woke up. Got up, kissed her, cuddled her, showered with her...
Point is, he was great, all morning. Breakfast still fine, and she's still watching him like a hawk. Cab ride to the airport, he's trying to get something going, she's pretty sure, but this isn't New York, cabby's literally right there, no glass or cage or nothing. So she doesn't bite. Probably half of what causes the turn around. Well, she lets him bite at least, only a little. She doesn't want to end up sitting in front of a family with really curious kids or something.
It's when they get to security he starts to get really... weird. Like she's never him this way.
"Really do hate the boots part," He says, laughing after, extremely nervously. This is a man who chases down and beats up drug lords and pimps (fine, not directly, but still). And he can't even pull a poker face... for a plane.
She smiles back at him as best as she can, because, she doesn't want to add unnecessary worry. She's just worried about him. She wished it would've worked out so they were taking a red eye. She might still have some t3's somewhere in the house from either of their last injuries. Would've put it in his drink... if she thought she could get it past TSA. (And seriously, her pat down is a little too familiar. She knows how they're done, and she knows lines were crossed.) She went first, and is waiting for him on the other side.
"S'okay, just put'em in the bin, walk through to me." She feels like she's coaching a kid. Step by step.
He rolls her eyes at her, but he's got this, creepy, nervous smile on his face. Mixed with the tense and fearful eyes... well if she didn't know him she'd think he's a serial killer.
And that's not someone you want to be traveling on a plane to the states with. Doesn't help that he looks exotic. (She's always thought he looked very Greek, but once someone asked if he was from Iran...)
She knows he's a mutt, biggest mix of all European countries she's ever heard of, but people tend to pin it wrong. The point is that if he doesn't get it together, they might get pulled into an interview room and miss their flight. Her mom would loooove that.
"Honey why were you late?"
"Oh, you know, people think my boyfriends a sketchy terrorist... but don't worry."
Doesn't matter how hard she tried to convince both of them, they're both good for her, they won't give each other a chance.
But he's letting her drag him to her half sister's wedding, so that's something... right?
He's stepping through the scanner and he still looks so nervous (a little less demented) she just wants to pull the guards aside and explain his fear. But that's not going to fly, so she just stands and waits, pulling her stuff out of the bin, putting in her earrings.
He's through on the first try, which, thank god, because she doesn't even know how long it's going to take to get him to board the stupid thing.
In the waiting room, his leg has got a bad case of the twitches. She feels like they've done a body swap, because SHE feels like Sam Swarek. He's not even talking, but she can hear the wheels turning, wants to grab his knee and make him stop. Wants to give him every statistic about flying being safer than driving "I'm excellent driver" Yah, yeah, yeah.
"Flight 817 now boarding." The flight attendant calls from her P.A. system. And Andy goes to stand when Sam grabs her hand, holding her back for a moment.
"Hey, can we just, sit, for a minute? I just need a minute." He says, looking her in the eye, letting her see that little bit of vulnerability that exists in him.
"Of course," She says, taking a seat on his lap instead of her old chair. They watch as everyone else makes their way on board, and she just sits running one hand through his hair.
His chin is rested on her shoulder so he can't see the concern on her face. And she can't see the blank look on his.
"We can join the mile high club." She whispers to him as the last few people in line are boarding, and moves to get off of him.
This time he lets her, and lets her grab his hand, pulling him upwards.
"It's going to be fine." She insists before handing the stewardess her passport and ticket. He does the same to the woman on the other side, and then grabs Andy's hand before entering the walkway.
"I know."