so he does it again.

( a beard on a face like scott’s was near lethal— one could start a fire if too much friction were ever involved. )

“ completely disregarding how utterly jealous i am of you for that, ” kip pauses, pointer finger held high for emphasis before he brings it down gently to boop scott on the nose, unable to stifle the near giggle that follows.

this new level of comfortability they’d reached together was something kip would cherish as long as he possibly could; for the rest of this life and well into the next.

the plane to abu dhabi is hardly the proper place to catch up - but she hasn't seen her friends in way too long, and she needs a distraction from the growing pit in her stomach and overanalyzing every detail about the plan and how it could all go wrong.

there's a bright smile on her lips when she plops onto the seat across from jack - just a little forced, trying to push down her nerves and hopefully not stress him out too. "hey, you." her foot lightly bumps against his, to draw his attention towards her. "i wanted to come up to you before, but we haven't had much time to sit down and talk, with all the almost dying and all that."

henley lets out a laugh. "how have you been, jack?"

he had been leaning on the armrest of his seat, chin propped up in one hand bearing a near unnoticeable tremor, when previously vacant stare dissipated and tired eyes blinked up at the woman across from him.

“ hey, ” he gave a watery smile before letting out a shaky sigh and sliding down a few inches in his seat, like a balloon someone had carefully untied and decided to let a bit of air out of.

“ i’ve been better, hen. i’ve definitely been better. ”

jack had always been the most sensitive of the four. sure, he was technically the baby of the group, but that didn’t always mean he had to live up to the title. he was forty now, for fuck’s sake. a grown man. with a life, and a steady job ( no matter how shitty it may be ), and a family— well, maybe— part of one. not in the traditional sense, at least.

that particular spiral of thought did very little to quell the nausea already building back up in his stomach, so he pivoted, straightening up a bit as he turned all of his remaining focus back onto henley- and not whatever mess was surely about to go down in abu dhabi.

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