Last Flight Home [completed]

✈ viii.

[ LOCAL TIME 12:34 ]

Not knowing what to say, I let Nathan pull through his small emotional episode before even considering talking to him again. It's not that emotional people, especially the sad and frustrated, bother me, it's just that I am so bad with sympathy that I usually just make things worse. In all honesty, if you're looking for comfort, hugging a cactus would strike more emotion in you than talking to me.

"How long have we been trapped in here?" Nathan questions as he crawls back over to where he was sitting.

I click the power button on my phone. "About a half hour," I report.

"What airport runs out of electricity for more than a half hour?"

"This one."

Nathan rolls his eyes. "Funny," He mumbles. "I just don't understand how they don't have a back-up generator or some shit."

I shrug, a response that is typical of me.

"And you know what else?" Nathan starts.

"What?"

"I fucking hate those stupid pretzels that they give you on the plane."

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