The airport was, as always, a pain. From security to baggage check, to waiting for the plane to arrive. I as paranoid that my luggage would go missing. It never happened to me, but you hear the horror stories all the time. Because of it, my carry on had my work equipment, and my phones. Which meant if my stuff was lost, I had to buy all new clothes. It was fine though, there was nothing that could be replaced. When I boarded the plane,, I remembered why I love flying. The smell of the plane, the sound of the engine, and more than anything, the incline and decline as it took off and then landed. I smirked to myself, looking out the window, thinking about how when we were in the air I always complained about how slow the thing felt like it was moving. Somehow, when all you see if the major scale of the earth under you, that one hour trip that would normally take you about eight just felt to take forever. Sitting in my seat, I suddenly felt tired. I hadn't slept well the night before, and hadn't slept at all in the last 24 hours and counting. I didn't want to sleep on the plane either. The flight to DFW wouldn't be that long, and I didn't want to get there only to have to wake up and start the job tired. So, I looked out the window, trying to think over the project I as going to. It was simple. An episode for some new TV series coming out needed to film in Dallas for two of the episodes, and that would be it. It wouldn't take long, since some of it was already being filmed. They mostly were calling me in for a scene they weren't sure how to get done, and help with the program they had gotten. I knew just the program. It was great when you knew how to use it, however it had one major downside. It was not user friendly. So, it wouldn't be long, even if I stayed until the end, but the money was still shocking me. I started to bite on my thumb nail as I thought about it, but before I knew it, I was thinking about Aaron. Aaron none stop. About how warm he felt. If I left him and something was really wrong with him. What if when I got back he was on his death bed. I felt sick, and wanted to get up to go to the restroom, but right before I could, the buckle seat belt sign flashed, and the talk about what to do in case of an emergency started. I swallowed, wanting nothing more now that to take out my phone and call him, but I knew I couldn't. Not unless I wanted to be tackled to the ground, taken off the plane, and put on a no fly list or something. The country was in panic mode, and I didn't think calling Aaron from prison trying to explain myself sounded like a good idea. So, instead, I waited. I was nervous, and waited. This must be what all those guys from my high school felt like when they were waiting to see if they got their girl pregnant or something. Good thing about being gay - no surprise kids.
Eddie got to Aaron's flat, and remembered easy enough which one it was. Walking up the stairs instead of using the elevator, which to him looked kind of old, and not trusting. More so, he remembered the sudden stop that time he had used it early this week, he was happy to use the stairs. Eddie got to Aaron's door, and knocked. Not hard, but loud enough to be hear. He wondered if Aaron was sleeping, and added a text, just in case he was in the shower or something. Hey! Here! You still alive? He laughed to himself at the last part. If Aaron did have mono, from what he heard about it, he would feel like he was dying, it could get so bad.
