Re: Cat & Reece, one of the front sections.
[Cat was emo, which seemed counter-intuitive to him. Surely, boys were supposed to feel less emotional, but that didn't seem to be the case. He was raw from his fight with Reece, and it was true that dissension felt like criticism to Cat. Cat would give anything to have that not be the case, but logic didn't seem to play a role in the heat of the moment. Now, slouched in his little section of the plane, he understood why he'd reacted how he had. Would he have realized as she? Who knew, but at least he got it now. But, Cat, Cat wasn't in a good place, and even all the weed in his system didn't change that.
He didn't notice Reece at first.
Cat had earbuds in, and music played. His eyes were closed, and he was trying to ignore Stephanie and Timmy back there, and it was only when Reece crammed himself into the seat that Cat noticed him there. He opened his eyes just in time to see Reece's hand near his face and tuck that curl away. Cat didn't answer, not immediately, though he was immediately sorry he'd bailed and hadn't gone home. Running? Was habit, but it was one of those habits that didn't actually feel good.
So, right. Cat was smaller than he'd been as a woman. Taller, sure, but smaller, narrower, thinner in his layers of loose shirts and jeans. He didn't have any trouble fitting into the small compartment, and one of his feet was up on the seat bottom. He pulled one of his earbuds out, and he tucked it into Reece's ear. Then? He pulled his other leg up, other foot on the seat, and he snuggled up against Reece's side. Wordless, arm under Reece's arm, and cheek to Reece's shoulder. He bit at the fabric of Reece's shoulder and tugged with his teeth.]