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They were among the first to board, flying first class to North Carolina so Tina could meet with her parents. It was a long day of travel; they would land in Charlotte then be driven to the hotel Tina requested from Agent Davis for the duration of their stay.
Bette put Tina’s carry on in the compartment over their seats and scanned the other passengers. She hated flying. The delays, the lack of wifi, the discomfort, the people. Over the years she was less comfortable in airplanes, more apt to stay closer to home and drive when possible.
She was dressed in dark jeans with a black blazer over a white camisole and looked sensational, both her and Tina attracting the attention of the businessmen and women as they walked through the cabin to their seats. Fortunately, they had the row to themselves and the seats across the aisle were also empty.
Bette moved past Tina to sit in the window seat, which helped with some of her anxiety as she could see that they were, in fact, moving. There would be an end to the flying at some point. Tina had been quiet all morning, but it was early and Bette knew she had a lot on her mind.
As the plane started it’s take off run, Tina reached for Bette’s hand, knowing Bette was most anxious during take off and landings. Bette smiled at her weakly, crossing her legs, leaning towards her wife, their shoulders touching.
“It’s going to be ok” Tina whispered, a faint smile on her lips. She squeezed Bette’s hand.
“Is it though? We are going from this death trap to an uncertain meeting with the Dragon, who you will to slay all alone. There is nothing about this weekend that is going to be ok.”
Tina hid her smile, cocked her head. “Bette. You said you wanted to come and that you supported me in this decision. Doesn’t do any good to complain about it now.”
“Of course, I wanted to come Tee. I can’t send you off to conquer Mount Donna by yourself. Doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it. At least Wendy was good with it.”
Silence. Bette glanced at Tina, her worry over takeoff momentarily forgotten as she scanned her wife’s face. Tina looked away.