"Here! Take my hand! Everything's fine! Just hold on to me and keep moving!"
That was the last thing Blair remembered as he had tried to climb out of a falling plane with his brother Allistor.
The elder Scotsman had held out his hand and said that while the blond stood latched to the side of the door while others were hurrying out and jumping.
"Come on B. You can do it!" Allistor had said.
Blair had shaken his head and exclaimed, "I can't do it bràthair! I... I'm acrophobic!"
Saying that had made Allistor's eyes widen.
"That's why I was shaking and clung to you that time we went on the Ferris Wheel at te fair! Heights scare me beyond belief."
That was also the first time in a long time that Blair had shown any emotion besides his rage mode whenever someone managed to get on his bad side.
His expression was filled with extreme terror and his eyes were watering.
The blond Scotsman gulped when Allistor told him once again to go to him.
Blair had taken step after hesitant step until he made it to his brother.
Once there, Allistor got a tight hold on Blair and the two had jumped off the wing of the plane, Blair literally clinging to Allistor and crying.
Moments later, the duo crash landed in water.
Blair jolted awake when a bucket of water was dumped over his head.
He looked up to see Allistor standing there, bucket in hands.
"What was that fer bràthair?" Blair asked.
"Ye wouldnae wake up. Ye were shaking an' calling fer me in yer sleep."
Upon that being said, Blair looked down, still shaking and faint sounds escaping his lips.
Allistor blinked.
"Somethin wrong wee bràthair?" He asked.
"Had a nightmare o' te time we were on te crashing plane," Blair said in a quiet voice that Allistor just barely heard.
Almost immediately, the auburn-haired male dropped the bucket and kneeled down, hugging his younger brother tightly and not caring about him being wet from moments before.
Blair's eyes softened at the contact; blue, white, and red merging in his slightly fogged over gaze.
Arms slowly made their way around Allistor.
