Jason smiles at the black haired boy asleep next to him. He's curled up in the plane seat with the crappy plane blanket tucked around him and the uncomfortable pillow between his head and the plane window.
Jason reaches his hand out to tuck some of the black strands that had fallen in his face behind his ear and tuck the blanket around him a bit more when Tim stirs. He wakes with a quiet yawn and blinks open his crystal blue eyes. He notices Jason's hand, which was hovering by his cheek and pushes his face into it.
"Mmm, hi Jason," he mumbles sleepily while the older man stares with wide eyes.
"Hey Babybird," he whispers. It wasn't meant to be a whisper.
Tim yawns again lifting his head and shifting his body leaving Jason pretty confused to as to what he's doing until the boy's head drops on his shoulder and he's burying his head in his neck. Tim inhaled breathing in the familiar smell of leather and smoke before closing his eyes once more. As he's drifting off he feels a hand in his hair and a blanket being tucked around him before he's once again asleep.
