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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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.

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Steven was hardly the person to judge anyone for having backups.

"Can keep that as a souvenir as well. Memory of your first flight."

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“Oh, that’s a clever idea,” Watts said, as the speaker crackled to life again and there was an announcement that certain groups could begin boarding. “Is that us?”

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"Yes," Steven said. He looked around to be sure they'd left nothing on the ground. "Do you have everything? Are you ready?"

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Watts patted himself down, and then grabbed the small bag- the carry-on- that held the essentials he hadn’t wanted to put in his checked bag. “Yes,” he declared. “All ready.”

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Steven was smiling at Llewellyn again, distracted once more by being able to be there while Llewellyn had this new experience.

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It was pretty delightful, wasn’t it, watching someone you love experience something new?

Watts reached for Steven’s hand to give it a brief squeeze before they headed to the line to board.

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It truly was!

Steven fell into step beside him. "Would you like to go first? I'll be right behind you if there's any problems?"

Not that Steven anticipated any, but he knew what a comfort it could be to know you had someone there just in case.

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“All right,” Watts nodded.

And indeed there were no problems, the flight attendant scanning his pass and checking his ID before nodding at him to proceed down the jetway.

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"Cheers, thank you," Steven said to the attendant when they were done. But he'd have been effusive in his thanks even if Llewellyn wasn't with him. It was just Steven's way.

"Window seat for you?" Steven asked as they headed to the plane itself. "See the view better?"

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“We can swap out if- if you’d like to see, at some point?” Watts checked. Or if the view of them being so high up made him nervous, as it had when they were on the Eye or some of Miss Beniko’s planetary tours.

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Steven did have the memory of the London Eye in his thoughts, yes. So he had no problem saying, without calling attention to the potential concern, "Of course. Or if you want to see what it's like to be seated by the aisle. It's all a new experience, right?"

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Watts had never considered himself uncomfortable with heights before, but then he had been accustomed to a world where building as high as ten stories was notable.

“Excellent,” Watts smiled at him. “What am I meant to do with this?” he asked, indicating the bag he’d brought.

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"There'll be spaces for it by our seats," Steven said. "Just depends on if you want it close to hand or not."

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“I’d prefer it,” Watts admitted, as he found the pair of seats assigned to them. “This is us, I believe?”

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"This is us," Steven confirmed. He pointed. "You can tuck your bag there. It'll not knock about if there's turbulence but you can easily reach it if you need. Otherwise you'd put it in this space overhead, you see."

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Watts tucked his bag away where Steven had indicated, and then settled into his seat, elbow knocking against something as he did so.

“Huh,” he said, after fumbling to catch what turned out to be a tiny bottle of water.

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"See?" Steven said. "Snacks!"

Not that water itself was a snack, but it was an indication of refreshments to come.