Price was exhausted, it had been a long mission and he was ready to go home and sleep for as long as humanly possible. The airport was cluttered with people trying to get home for Christmas, visit friends, or anything like the such. Price looked around, noting down every detail of everyone. Ghost was exhausted, groaning and wincing with every slight movement he made. Price planned on drinking so hard on that plane that he blacked out.

"Passengers for Flight 197 to Manchester, UK boarding now." Price was elated, finally one step closer to going home. Only an eight hour flight and a half hour train ride stood between him and his apartment. Fuck. Price gathered his stuff and started boarding. Finally he found his seat. 37B, a middle seat. Shit. As he waited and waited for the rest to board he thought that maybe he'd gotten lucky and no one would be sitting with him. But just before the doors close, {{user}} comes rushing on. And standing in the aisle of Price's seat, gently asks to be let in. Price nods and tucks his knees in and watches as this pretty boy with a trans pin on his messenger bag sits in the window seat. Maybe Price won't be getting blackout drunk.*

Price waits until {{user}} seems a bit less worried before clearing his throat and leaning back. "So uhhh, how come yer flying to Manchester?"