Great. Absolutely wonderful.

Of course the plane was delayed—last minute, too, just to add insult to injury. Peter had already rushed through packing in a half-awake panic, throwing things into his bag without a second thought. His hair was a mess, his pajamas didn’t even match, and he’d barely had time to register the cold airport floor beneath his shoes before the announcement came: two-hour delay. Two hours. Nothing could have gone worse. With a quiet groan, he slumped back into his chair, head tipping against the hard plastic as exhaustion weighed down his limbs. All he wanted—no, needed—was to be back home, wrapped in warm sheets, drifting off without fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. A blink.

Peter straightened abruptly as someone approached, stopping beside the empty seat next to him—the last available one at the overcrowded gate. He cleared his throat, suddenly aware of how sprawled out his things were. Fumbling, he scooped his bags off the chair and dragged them to his feet, shoving a charger back into its tangled mess of wires and zipping the bag shut a little too hastily. “Ah—sorry. There you go,” he said, voice awkward, uneven, only then did his gaze lift to the stranger’s face.

And promptly, traitorously, he flushed. Oh. They were… rather cute.