"At this rate?" Forge posed a question he wasn't really going to ever answer. Because at the rate she was going, Eva wasn't going to make the night. She was burning her fuel faster than she could replace it, emotionally more that physically. His arm instinctively draped over her, his daughter had nuzzled herself into oneness with the inventor. "Yeah, you want to focus on Ren." Of course she did, but she wasn't doing Ren much good like this - was she?
"You can't call them stewardesses anymore," non sequitur Forge was here. "It's flight attendant... which is fine, I guess? Accurate... if nothing else. Better than administrative assistant. Which by the way is what Illyana would like to referred as when she's with Troy." Forge rolled his eyes, those two. "That's a story, it has something to do with me being mean to Blond Doctor... anyway." Jon was rambling, if nothing else he hoped it was a distraction for what was turning into one of her worst weeks. "Flight attendants, they come out and do that little safety lecture... did you know Dave worked as a flight attendant for a while? During college." The wily Native's path was winding, but it did have a point. "Anyway, anyway. That stupid lecture, which really, you telling me if we go into the water my fart stained seat cushion is going to be a flotation device?" If the plane goes down over water, nobody is going to need a flotation device. "But that's not important, you know that part when they talk about a sudden loss of cabin pressure and masks will drop from the ceiling - what's the next thing they say? Parents, make sure your mask is secured before you secure your child's mask. Best parenting advice a single dad could have every gotten." Forge explained, with an almost smug smile. "How the hell are you going to help your kid, when you pass out from lack of oxygen?" He added, to put a finer point on it.
"Listen, sweetheart." Jon's tone told her that it was about to get even more real. "You want be there for Ren, I know you do. Just like I wanted to be there for you after your mom died. But I was a wreck. I'd just lost the love of my life - and I had a sweet baby girl to raise on my own." Wasn't going to happen. "I didn't even know where to start, I was actually glad when they decided to keep you in the hospital for a while, because at least the nurses knew what they were doing." His pride was less wounded by that confession than he'd expected. "Then I thought about the stewardessess. Parents, make sure your mask is secured before you secure your child's mask. The only way you're going to be any help to your daughter is if you put your damn mask on first. So, you lost cabin pressure - you're in a free fall. I've been there and I raised you to know how to deal with it. So deal with it." Forge found his daughter's chin under the mess of her static-charged hair, and lifted it so that he could look into her eyes. "What are you so worried about - Warren? I saw the regret in his eyes. Thirty-seconds after he yelled at you, he wanted to take it all back. If you walked into Ren's room right now and put your hand on his shoulder, he'd apologize to you. And Ronan? Want him to get better, maybe not have a repeat of this. Leave him alone for a while. Man's gotta find his footing after what just happened. And if you're feeling guilty? Fucking stow it. It's not going to help anyone. Put the damn mask on you face, breathe, then figure out how to help your kid. Also don't buy shit out of the Skymall, it's all crap."