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The abomination of grief ate at your flesh, digging its jaws into your chest cavity and cracking your ribs open to dig into the feast.

The seats were all separated and after some talk, and some convincing, you wear left to sit next to Marc. Frank and Layla are behind with an old couple separating them and interrupting any possibility of them eavesdropping with the talk of their life.

“We don't need to do any of that. He— I don't wanna hear it. I’m only doing this because Khonshu won't leave me alone if I don't.”

Marc beat you to cutting the string, leaving your lips to freeze just as you just built the confidence to ask.

“Right...”

Marc watched as you shifted, scooting around to find a place of comfort. He knew the seats to this airline weren't the comfiest but it was the cheapest for four people; it would've been way cheaper if he didnt have to bring the forsaken vigilante with them. Speaking of Frank, he could hear his stupid voice from behind them being all nice.

Marc! Why would you say that to them? I do want to talk to them!

He raised a brow, lowering his head to look at the makeup mirror Steven came from. The confusion becoming a face morphed into frustration as he scoffs, leaning his head back.

I-I’m my own person! In a sense, yeah? So I should be able to talk to them!

“Don’t, Steven. Not here.” He hissed out, startling the woman beside him. Marc giving a small apology with a bow of his head— excusing it as a quick phone call before take off.

Well, knowing you, you won't let me talk when I want to! So bloody when Marc? Let me take control! I want to talk to them— they’re sad. They need someone to talk to. I need someone to talk to— I need th-

Marc abruptly stood up, his body pushing through the legs of the woman to the walkway of the plane.

“Sir— we’re about to take off you,”

“I’ll be quick, just really need to use the bathroom.”

The flight attendant moved to the side, getting out of the mad man's way. She definitely knows crazy when she sees it and she ain't going to chase it.

With a swift flick of his wrist, the green turned red.

“They are dangerous, Steven. You cannot talk to them. You do not need them so don't say that.

You don't get to control who I talk to! I-I’ve lived life quite well without you in my business! [Name] is just as lost as we are with their connection to Anubis, the least we can do is comfort them. To keep them comfortable... And if you won't, and the Batman bloke won't then I will!

His body lurched forward, head falling with the mental battle. A couple of growls from both sides broke the air before a gasp cut the throat. A hand fumbling to grip the mirror.

“Cheers, Marc.”

Steven whispered, glaring at the disheveled reflection before turning about, unlocking the bathroom to make his way back. A flight attendant just standing there with frightened eyes.

“Real sorry, I get queasy on flights.”

——

“Hiya.”

“Steven.” You look at the man, the gentleness that's been tattoed to your memories welcoming you. “That’s right, with a V!” The pleasant reminder made you smile. The stress from before easing as you stare into the eyes of each other. His soul, or well— alters a bit distant as you look deep into the brown of care. They didn't want to be part of this and to you, probably the both of you, that was fine.

“With a V.”

“Ah- Excuse me, sir? We’re about to take off, you need to buckle in.”

Steven broke out of the trance, spewing an apology to the attendant before he reached for the straps. His hands fumbling about as he tries to lock himself in— oh if only he was awake during the other times Marc flew.

“Here, lemme help you.” You slip your hands under him, feeling the callouses run over your knuckles as you grab the belt. “Oh- much appreciated.” Steven sighed, letting his hands hover over your own as you got him settled. It felt oddly intimate to him as you locked him in— he wasn't sure why but it did make him feel a tad embarrassed as he noticed his emotions.

But, it didn't stop the eyes that followed the side of your face as you relax. The chair no longer being rough and tough against your newly relaxed body... Steven swallowed as he takes in your appearance. There wasn't much that had changed since the last he's seen you— other than the no glasses and heavier bags under your eyes. Plus the injuries that the strange man told Marc about but he couldn't see those with the hoodie you wore. A good thing as he might’ve started to freak out.

“How have you been, Steven?”

“Oh-” He looked up to meet your slightly twisted head, the back of your skull supported by the chair. “Dandy... Much better now that we’re talking.”

“—I missed you quite a lot actually.”

You could only stare. Your lips moved in silence with fighting thoughts as you tried to get yourself together. He missed you? Why? I mean, you missed him too but he didn’t deserve to be about someone as confusing as you. You can't even bring yourself to like yourself with the constant horrors that lurk about.

“A bit cheesy to say, innit? But it's the truth.”

“Even with whatever is going on?”

“Especially with whatever is going on... I don't know much myself, the bird won't tell me lots... All he does is call me a worm. But- I don't care, as long as we can talk a bit. If that's okay. If not I can let Marc-”

“No no, it's okay. It's great. I want to talk with you.” You let your head ease with looking in front of you before looking down to pick out specks of dirt and imaginary gunk from your nails. “And I missed you too... I thought about you often now I think about it.”

“Really?” You nod, the memories of your split soul beginning to further as a whole. The memories from calling Frank were solid now. Your mind racing with thoughts of Steven as you started to scrub the blood off the wood. Your mind wondered how he would’ve reacted if he saw this. It asked questions about him liking you still or if he was going to be mad because you were going to disappear for some time. You even thought about how he’d feel about you, if he was going to see you as a liar. That memory making you frown.

“I would tell you everything if I knew all the answers but I don't.”

“I’m okay with that. I understand what it feels like to go bonkers.” Steven’s fingers tap over yours. He didn’t want to make it a big deal but he couldnt even stop himself from staring as he ties your fingers with his own. An action, which he's never done to anyone- sent butterflies free in his gut. He nearly screeched with excitement as you ran your thumb against the back of his hand with a squeeze. My, he needs a little fan for himself right now. It’s getting terribly warm on this flight.