[There's a small moment where he lingers before the line goes dead, and once it does he grabs his dufflebag and makes his way out to the jet. Thanks to his jet and how fast it is, the flight isn't nearly as long as it generally would be if he were to take a regular flight, but instead of napping or doing anything else, he just showers, brushes his teeth and changes into clean clothes. He had been drinking too much throughout the day and even into the night for the scent of scotch to really be purged from his body completely, but there's not much he can do to fix that even if he sticks a couple of mints into his mouth. It's really a wonder he didn't end up absolutely useless after his day of drinking, although his body does feel heavy and a little sluggish, but at this point it can either be the scotch or how poorly he has been sleeping.
He really doesn't care, though. He's about to see Scott, and that's the main thing he cares about. Once the jet lands, he makes his way through the airport, and it's too early in the morning (or late in the night, he can't tell anymore) for anyone to really recognize him. It helps that he's in jeans, a t-shirt and a thin hoodie. It's all still designer, so that part hasn't changed, but the style is too casual and it allows him to blend in with the crowd.
Which is good for him. Because he really doesn't want distractions and, when he sees Scott, he sees the only person he wanted to talk to. His pace picks up at the sight of him, and without hesitation or delay he hurried over to him so he can kiss him after dumping his dufflebag next to him.]
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[There's a small moment where he lingers before the line goes dead, and once it does he grabs his dufflebag and makes his way out to the jet. Thanks to his jet and how fast it is, the flight isn't nearly as long as it generally would be if he were to take a regular flight, but instead of napping or doing anything else, he just showers, brushes his teeth and changes into clean clothes. He had been drinking too much throughout the day and even into the night for the scent of scotch to really be purged from his body completely, but there's not much he can do to fix that even if he sticks a couple of mints into his mouth. It's really a wonder he didn't end up absolutely useless after his day of drinking, although his body does feel heavy and a little sluggish, but at this point it can either be the scotch or how poorly he has been sleeping.
He really doesn't care, though. He's about to see Scott, and that's the main thing he cares about. Once the jet lands, he makes his way through the airport, and it's too early in the morning (or late in the night, he can't tell anymore) for anyone to really recognize him. It helps that he's in jeans, a t-shirt and a thin hoodie. It's all still designer, so that part hasn't changed, but the style is too casual and it allows him to blend in with the crowd.
Which is good for him. Because he really doesn't want distractions and, when he sees Scott, he sees the only person he wanted to talk to. His pace picks up at the sight of him, and without hesitation or delay he hurried over to him so he can kiss him after dumping his dufflebag next to him.]
Hey, you.