Baltimore International Airport, 4pm EST

[blondecanary]

[Continued from here!] Give Chuck Bass (and Francine's persuasive skills) credit where it was due: he got the job done on Arthur and Merlin's ID's in time to get the earliest flight they could to Vancouver

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[bitten_notshy]

Jack had researched what proper documents should look like as much as he could; he knew the ones he was in possession of would pass as real if he had any luck at all.

Still, it didn't do to be stupid or act like anything could be off in any other way. So he sat fairy quietly, paging through a magazine about celebrities he had never heard of and with most of his attention trained on the bustle around them.

[For SP until later.]

[bigdamndestiny]

"It's all a bit exciting, isn't it?"

Oh, no one really explained the flying part to Merlin.

[bitten_notshy]

That got a grin out of Jack. "It should be," he said. "I don't know how much this will be like the zeppelins. It's supposed to be faster, at least."

[bigdamndestiny]

Oh sure, be more modern than him. "...zeppelin?"

[bitten_notshy]

"The most technologically advanced transportation at home," Jack explained. "It's like a ship attached to a gigantic hot air balloon. Not used much anymore according to the modern ones, but it got us to America."

He smiled a little. "I probably shouldn't talk about it if we're supposed to avoid attention."

[bigdamndestiny]

...Yes, it was for the best because Merlin had odd ideas in his head that were utterly wrong.

"At least you've done this before then."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack knew what the Hans Glucker had been like, and what he'd picked up from Skywalker's class. His sense of standard modern airplane travel was limited at best, so he might not be the one to set Merlin right.

"In a way. Not exactly." He shrugged. "It's an adventure, right?"

[bigdamndestiny]

Merlin just nodded in vague agreement. "Are you and Tony...?"

Look, he'd heard a lot on the matter and now that Jack was coming along, it needed to be asked. Because Merlin was the king of appropriate emotional questions these past few weeks.

[bitten_notshy]

"Me and Tony," Jack echoed, fishing for a diplomatic and accurate answer. "Involved, but it's complicated."

That was shorter than I like Tony a lot, but I'm in love with my thousand-year-old guardian and sleep with other people in part to annoy him. And, since Merlin seemed to be asking the personal questions ...

"You and Arthur?"

[bigdamndestiny]

It was sad in that Merlin might be able to understand that one more than he'd ever admit to.

"...also complicated." A beat. "Very, very complicated."

[bitten_notshy]

If Arthur wasn't right there, Jack would have asked if he were taking advantage in some way. It was hardly unheard of, after all, and such things could get -- complicated. Yes.

The prince was there, though, and so Jack was cautious in his curiosity. And if this meant talking about Merlin and not himself ... that was only about 60 percent by design.

"Oh?"

[bigdamndestiny]

"Francine," Merlin replied simply, looking nowhere near Arthur or Jack.

[bitten_notshy]

"Oh."

Jack turned the page in his magazine, and for a second it might seem like Merlin was being dismissed. In fact, Jack was thinking.

"My complication is called Sebastien."

... and occasionally Rose, and sometimes Emma. But, mostly, Sebastien.

[bigdamndestiny]

"Does it ever get less complicated?" Merlin asked, sounding perhaps just a little bit too hopeful for his own good.

[bitten_notshy]

"I don't know," Jack said thoughtfully. "I've never had much of anything else."

He wasn't helping the hope, no.

[bigdamndestiny]

"Oh." Huh. That was something to ponder now. "Lady Ghanima said that it's selfish to ask someone to choose."

Then again, he wasn't aware of Lady Ghanima's activities this weekend with several ladies.