"I know," John said less harshly. A fear of falling was perfectly understandable for a Fallen angel, he supposed, but at this rate there'd be a full-fledged riot in progress by the time they landed. "Look, though, I've made this trip dozens of times and come off none the worse for it. Anyway, fuck the plane," he added with a slight smile, "I'd settle for a conveniently blown hatch, a parachute and a can of shark repellent."
Looking around for a way to distract his friend, he spotted a magazine someone had left in the mesh pouch behind the next seat up and snagged it, handing it to Crowley. "Here. Read. Or watch the in-flight film. Meditate. Whatever. Take your mind off it. We'll be there before you know it."
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Date: 2006-10-25 11:29 pm (UTC)Looking around for a way to distract his friend, he spotted a magazine someone had left in the mesh pouch behind the next seat up and snagged it, handing it to Crowley. "Here. Read. Or watch the in-flight film. Meditate. Whatever. Take your mind off it. We'll be there before you know it."