BWI Airport & Then a Plane Enroute to YYZ, Sunday Afternoon

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Part of the preparations for their trip had involved Watts being briefed on what was and was not allowed to be carried on to an airplane. As absurd as Watts found most of the rules, he did obviously abide by them, meaning their trip through the security line was uneventful, if somewhat tedious. Also, hey, the first real test of Watts's modern identity papers!

So, security, and then waiting at the gate- where Watts's attention had first been drawn by the wine bar but apparently there would not be enough time to sit and properly enjoy a glass before they had to board. What was possible, however, was a stop at some place called 'Auntie Anne's' which sold hot pretzels.

"Would you care for one?" Watts asked Steven as he tugged him towards the counter.

[ooc: NFB for distance, for the beau and up early for SP!]

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And the warmth of the hand on his back was joined by a pleasant feeling in his chest at hearing that 'our'. That one little word did more to solidify the idea that he belonged here than his excellently-forged passport holding up to scrutiny by the security officers had.

"Clever fellow," he commented, taking a sip of his lemonade.

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"Many said he was," Steven agreed. Tony Stark himself had done it frequently, for example.

Steven took a bite of his pretzel. "It's not bad, yeah? Do you like it? Meets your expert approval?"

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Watts took another thoughtful bite of his own pretzel. "Not as good as the ones from the cart back in Toronto," which felt a bit odd to say when they were headed to Toronto. Or at least a Toronto. "But certainly better than some I've had since arriving in Fandom."

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"Oh!" Steven said, as he thought of it. "Can I take your photo? Commemorate you at the airport with your pretzel?"

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"If you'd care to," Watts said, already holding out a hand for Steven's drink so that his beau would have a hand free to grab his mobile phone.

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"Very much," Steven said. He patted himself down for his mobile. "Happy memories, yeah? Want to keep those."

Successful in his search, Steven held his mobile up to frame Llewellyn for a picture. "Here we are. Ready?"

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Having bent down to put their drinks safely out of the way, Watts straightened up- well, as much as he ever really did, pretzel in hand, and smiled at Steven. "Ready," he confirmed.

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Steven smiled at him. "Right. Three, two, one - "

Steven took the photo.

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"Now one with the both of us, please," Watts requested.

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"Love one," Steven said. "Selfie or shall we ask someone?"

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"Selfie," Watts requested.

Because there was a tradition to uphold when it came to taking selfies of the two of them.

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It was possible Steven had been hoping for that answer because of that very tradition. He came to stand close to Llewellyn, holding up the mobile so that it could get them both in frame. "Right. When you're ready?"

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Watts moved in close, and right when Steven snapped the photo, turned to press a kiss to his cheek.

Yes, they were in a busy public place, but see above re: tradition and also, literally no one was giving them so much as a second glance.

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The photo captured the kiss and Steven's look of delight, all the more there because of Llewellyn's boldness. "I like that one. Might be my new favorite."

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"You know, I think you say that nearly every time," Watts remarked. Not that he sounded at all like this was a bad thing, in fact he looked rather pleased by the fact.

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"Every time you look handsomer than the last," Steven replied. "Hardly my fault that I notice."

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"Flirt," Watts declared, bending back down to scoop up their drinks and hand Steven's back to him.

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Steven put his mobile away so he could have a hand free for his drink. "Yours. And thank you. How are you? Nervous at all?"

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“Oh, absolutely,” Watts admitted, biting off a chunk of pretzel. “But according to my research, aeroplane travel is safer than automobiles, and I’ve never experienced any trouble with those.”

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"Well I'm here if you need me," Steven said. "Right beside you the whole way. Whatever you need."

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“That is exactly what I need,” Watts told him, finishing off the last of his (first) pretzel. “You beside me.”

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Steven stepped closer, so that they were shoulder to shoulder by each other's side. He grinned. "How's that?"

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“Perfect,” Watts declared, which of course was right when the loudspeaker crackled to life with an announcement that their flight would begin pre-boarding shortly.

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"We'll get to go on before the others," Steven said. "Perk of where we're sitting."

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“And my ticket is- “ Watts rummaged in his jacket pocket until he pulled out a slightly rumpled boarding pass. “Aha.”

Because of course he’d gotten a printed copy instead of relying on the digital one on his mobile telephone.