"More would be nice," Arthur said, feeling pleasantly content as they walked, hand in hand, down the street together. The idea of privacy that Declan had wanted for them seemed to be working out well, for none of the people headed in the opposite direction were sparing them a second glance. They were just two boys, walking together in the snow while drinking coffee.
Pausing to drink from his cup, Arthur glanced upwards and felt his brows knit at the sight of the small, white object in the sky. "It looks like a bird," he observed, watching it move for a few seconds before looking back at Declan. "What exactly is an air-plane?"