Rukia loved sunglasses. Not quite as much as her husband, but she really was starting to see the appeal. Sure, they were attracting some quizzical looks from passers-by on this grey, miserable morning, but as far as she was concerned they both looked like rock stars. Fucked up, hungover as shit rock stars.

No amount of hair of the dog was going to rectify this mess.

She was glad she'd found and married the love of her life because she swore she was never going to do this ever again.

Renji shuffled back to where she was waiting with their suitcases clutching two polystyrene cups of steaming hot coffee. She didn't know how he was managing it. Standing upright. Simply the thought of it was making her feel dizzy.

She gave a grunt of thanks as he handed her the beverage. He replied with some nondescript noise of his own. 'Anytime, babe.' Thankfully, they'd known each other for long enough to understand what the other was saying, even without words.

At least they were both excused from clean-up duties. Hisana had looked utterly wrecked by the time she reappeared at the reception. Kami knows what she'd look like right now.

Rukia winced as an announcement rang out over the loudspeaker calling for passengers to Singapore. She glanced at her watch. Another forty-two minutes and they would be on their way to Taipei. She'd never been on a plane before, and she'd be lying if she said that she wasn't nervous. Renji wasn't, of course. But this was a man who ran into burning buildings for a job, so really, his sense of danger was skewed and not to be trusted.

She took a sip of her coffee. "Cripes, Renji, how much sugar did you put in this?"

"Huh?" He looked as alarmed as a half-dead carcass possibly could. "Did you want another one?"

She half-turned away as she shielded her precious drink from his grasp, "No, just wondered."

Renji resumed his nearly horizontal slouched position as he rested his own cup against his chest. "Dunno," he yawned, "Lost count after the fifth."

Rukia swung her legs up on the seat next to her as she rested her back against his shoulder. "Jeez, I won't have any teeth left by the end of it."

She felt him shift as he lifted his arm and wrapped it around her. "You looked like you needed it."

She bristled ever so slightly at the suggestion that she was anxious, mostly because she knew he was absolutely right.

"I still can't believe that you convinced Shūhei to lend you his jacket."

"Lend? Who said anything about lending it? He gave it to me. It is mine now." She fiddled with the zip. "It's even better because it has actual pockets."

Rukia could feel his bleary-eyed gaze and scrunched up face, "Huh? Wha'd'ya mean? Your jacket has pockets."

She raised a wagging finger, "Nu-huh. First of all, this is my jacket. And secondly, my other jacket has pretend pockets. These ones are awesome. Look!" She shoved her hand in one to prove her point, before pulling out three scrunched up chocolate bar wrappers, half a packet of chewing gum, two cigarettes, a few coins, and a pen with a chewed lid. "I can fit all sorts of shit in here!"

"Any notes in there?" Renji asked.

She checked the other side, but only managed to fish out a couple of used tissues. "Eww."

"What about inside?"

"Huh? Insi-? Oh, what?!" It was like she'd won the lottery when she discovered the hidden pouch inside. "How come men get secret pockets? I want secret pockets!"

"Well, now you have secret pockets."

Rukia was positively gleeful despite the nausea. "I do! What's in-? Aww, shit! Renji! Look!"

He quickly sobered up when he saw what had been tucked away. "Oi! That fucker told me he was skint just the other day! Just you wait 'til I see 'im." Shaking his head, he settled back into the hard plastic seat. "Welp, that's dinner for the next week sorted."

"Week?! Renji, that's gonna go further than a week!"

"Nope. Babe, it's fine dining here on out. Make the most of it. Besides, he owes us for being stingy with the wedding present."