"I think roof painting sounds really nice," he said just as there was another huge bump which caused him to grip his son's arm harder than he meant to.
The seatbelt sign had been on for fifteen minutes, and the little map on the screens said they were about twelve minutes from their destination; well past the point where it was safe for anyone to be roaming around the cabin.
Thomas had to admit the pressure in his ears was uncomfortable as well. "Yes, it's not nice is it?" he asked, shaking his head a little. The moment the descent had started, Thomas' head had started to pound and it felt like every minute it was getting worse and worse until he actually felt like it might explode. With a groan, he rubbed at his eyes. "The pressure is doing a number on my head too, I have to admit," he said to Jamie.