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Eduardo sits in the backseat of the car and stares out into streets mostly, anxiety gnawing in the pit of his stomach. Eduardo isn’t sure what Chris is doing, but it seems like every time he gets back into the car, he’s on his phone again, sending Eduardo positive smiles and hushed victories over… whatever.
Eduardo signs his name when he’s asked.
It isn’t until the sun’s already begun to set again that they make it to the airport. Eduardo feels an odd kind of nostalgia for Venezuela and admits to Chris, “I’ll miss it here.”
Chris is nice. He reassures Eduardo without ever needing to touch him, just directs him with glances and nods, sometimes grinning at random intervals, eyes wide with excitement.
It’s not hard to sponge little bits of it.
When they climb out of the car at the airport, Chris finishes his last call, sighing long and contentedly. “This is going to be awesome. I feel like Santa Clause right now. Which reminds me,” Chris slips on a pair of sunglasses and cheekily declares, “You’re Jewish.”
*
Eduardo’s told that he used to fly all the time, so he tries to hide his wonder at seeing the earth so tiny below him, the seemingly endless blue of the ocean they cross, and the little lights of the cities that are visible when there aren’t clouds between them.
If he’s not gazing out the window, Eduardo is, for lack of a better term, freaking out. The jet they’re on is small and empty-private. He can feel every bump of turbulence and he knows he’s probably done this before, but he can’t help feeling frightened.
He looks to Chris with every shift of the plane to be sure they’re normal.
Chris says the flight is long, but to Eduardo, it feels like it passes in the blink of an eye. Before long, he can feel them descending, and the little ball of anxiety that’s been festering in his stomach for days explodes, spreading thinly through his veins.
He swallows convulsively.
“You okay?” Chris asks, more than once, and Eduardo keeps nodding, but he’s sure that Chris knows better than to believe him. “Just follow my lead, okay? Put these on.”
Chris gives Eduardo a sweater and instructs him to lift the hood on it, slipping his sunglasses carefully onto Eduardo’s nose. It actually makes him feel a little better that he’s able to sink inside the sweater, shrinking himself beneath the fabric as if to hide.
They exit the plane through little stairs, and Eduardo does as he’s told, keeps his head down and his pace brisk. He follows Chris into an abused service door where they take a hall leading to a room. Eduardo doesn’t pay attention to much of anything but the carpet and the heels of Chris’ shoes.
The room they go to is small enough that Eduardo can’t miss the two figures standing along the wall, waiting. Their gazes fall on him immediately, and they push off, standing before them expectant.
Searching.
“You can-“ Chris begins, gesturing to his head, and Eduardo complies, lowering his hood and removing the sunglasses.
He tugs at his sweater and rubs his hair, inexplicably self-conscious. Everyone is staring and it’s too silent.
Until it isn’t.
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