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( in truth, he's not doing so bad. he's been worse on plane, bad enough that he's had to rely on drugs to put him to sleep in order to survive the flight without falling into a panic. this, so far, is pretty good. maybe it's because this spacious cabin looks more like the foyer of a mansion than the inside of an airplane. the closed windows also helps eddie to forget that he's thousands and thousands of feet in the air, high above the ground, suspended, oh— )

—God.

( he looks down to the far end of the cabin, down at the pristine decorations. he needs to center himself, and he hears however, i don't mind getting on my knees for you.

dick says it so easily, so airily, eddie feels himself flush. )

Dick, Jesus. You're gonna kill me. ( he wasn't necessarily asking for eddie's attention back, but he gets it. eddie grasps his wrist and pulls, briefly glancing away to ensure the fasten seatbelts sign is off. ) C'mere... I want you here. I wanna feel you.

( eddie flattens himself further in his cushy seat to give dick room to sit atop him, to sit on his lap. on a normal plane, that'd be impossible. the people, for one, but also those seats are so small. this seat feels like a boat by comparison. )