Trey James Wilson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
midnightlog) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
dreamlikenewyork2022-08-12 12:56 am
midnightlog) wrote in dreamlikenewyork2022-08-12 12:56 am
"Hopping on a flight to Australia."
Who: Trey Wilson and Ashley Emmerson + Kyan Wilson and Reecy Chester-Wilson
What: Damage Control
Where: En-route to Sydney, Australia
When: After this gets posted
Trey woke up abruptly and looked around blearily with a few moments of disorientation. "Shit. I fell asleep." The lights in the Business Class cabin were dimmed and passengers seemed well settled in for the long-haul to Australia, some were even eating and enjoying drinks. "Jeezus, how long was I out?" he asked Ash who was seated beside him, laptop open in front of him with a pile of legal files and a yellow legal pad with scrawled notes sitting on top beside it.
He tried to discreetly swipe the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand to make sure he wasn't drooling and sat up, stretching. Once they were boarded and had their seats, he made the mistake of resting his eyes for a bit while they waited to take off when he could get his own laptop out to catch up on some work but apparently he must've crashed out instead. It was a later flight and they hadn't boarded until nearly 10pm but he was usually more of a night owl than this. Hell, he used to pull all-nighters at gay bars and rock up to work by 9am the following morning rearing to go in the courtroom. That was when he noticed a flight pillow had tumbled over his shoulder to his lap, where there was also a flight blanket tucked neatly around his waist, and Ash was scrutinising him closely.
"I'm okay. I'm fine. It's not a migraine, I promise. Did you...?" He tugged at the edge of the blanket, raising his eyebrows in surprise.
What: Damage Control
Where: En-route to Sydney, Australia
When: After this gets posted
Trey woke up abruptly and looked around blearily with a few moments of disorientation. "Shit. I fell asleep." The lights in the Business Class cabin were dimmed and passengers seemed well settled in for the long-haul to Australia, some were even eating and enjoying drinks. "Jeezus, how long was I out?" he asked Ash who was seated beside him, laptop open in front of him with a pile of legal files and a yellow legal pad with scrawled notes sitting on top beside it.
He tried to discreetly swipe the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand to make sure he wasn't drooling and sat up, stretching. Once they were boarded and had their seats, he made the mistake of resting his eyes for a bit while they waited to take off when he could get his own laptop out to catch up on some work but apparently he must've crashed out instead. It was a later flight and they hadn't boarded until nearly 10pm but he was usually more of a night owl than this. Hell, he used to pull all-nighters at gay bars and rock up to work by 9am the following morning rearing to go in the courtroom. That was when he noticed a flight pillow had tumbled over his shoulder to his lap, where there was also a flight blanket tucked neatly around his waist, and Ash was scrutinising him closely.
"I'm okay. I'm fine. It's not a migraine, I promise. Did you...?" He tugged at the edge of the blanket, raising his eyebrows in surprise.