Re: Steph & Tim, back of the plane
[Stephanie rushed to pack the second she'd heard that Cat was going to Jersey. Okay, sure, she really started packing with Tim said he was going, but she didn't want to assume anything regarding an invitation to join him. She did assume, however, that he was pissed to all hell with her. The blonde hedged her bets that someone had told Tim about she and Eddie. Well, whatever she and Eddie were. Stephanie still didn't know how to feel about the whole thing, and that was part of why she hadn't reached out to the boy wonder about it yet. They had just gotten back on good terms, and she had just promised him that she and Eddie were dunzo, and then here she was having sex with her ex-husband on his rooftop after he let her in on his suicidal ideations. And going to galas with him. And all the while, Stephanie couldn't put a firm finger on how she was feeling about Eddie, and she couldn't temper thoughts about Tim. It was the truth of it. She'd told Eddie as much.
Good goddamn she was confused.
And then, on top of all of that, Eddie left. And Helena got attacked. And now Damian was killing people. What a shitstorm. Steph couldn't wrap her mind around all of it, and she refused to stop long enough to be upset about it all. But, the plane ride would give her reprieve from busyness, and she was scared what would happen if she took a second to think about all of it. Eddie, Helena, Damian -- those messes. But, also Tim. Because, she knew he would be angry with her, even if he didn't articulate it. Stephanie could always ready Timmy better than most people.
As she rose up the stairs into the cabin of the private jet, her heart hammered in her chest until she almost gagged. Small weekender bag slung on her shoulder, she smiled at the pilot as she boarded before turning into the cabin. She truthfully looked like warmed over shit -- blonde locks a wild explosion on her head, a loose tank top and leggings that were clearly house clothes, and a pair of sandals. She was red-eye fabulous with bloodshot blue eyes and a puffiness in her cheeks from crying.
Steph spied Tim in the back, and while she thought that maybe it wasn't the best idea to sit next to him for an hours long flight, she swallowed hard and made her way over.] This seat taken? [She pointed to the one across from his as he slumped down in a adolescent sort of way she'd known for years and years. She tried to smile, but all she could manage was a small quirk of her lip.]