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"It's not," Will had said, "that I'm afraid to fly."
Sam had believed him at the time, but now he's not so sure. He's sitting in the seat across from Sam looking paler than usual, bags settling under his eyes. He has his eyes closed, but Sam can tell he's not asleep, would be able to tell even if he couldn't hear the faint mumbling he's making, counting to himself as the seconds tick past.
The turbulence is bad, but not that bad.
"I thought you said you weren't afraid to fly," Sam finally says.
"I'm not," Will says.
"You look pretty afraid," Sam says.
"I'm fine," Will says.
"Are you sure?" Sam asks.
"I'm fine," Will says ( ... )
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