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How did an idiot like Arthur even get a job like this? He was sweet, Q would give him that, and very helpful—at least in his mind—but he kept talking and talking. Maybe it was a bit harsh to think him an idiot, after all the poor guy was trying, but Q wasn’t in a good mood. At all.

“Computers,” he answered, trying to keep his discomfort out of his tone. ”I’m an expert with computers.”

All things considered, this man just seemed more upset now than he had been a few moments earlier. Licking his lips, Arthur nodded his head, looking down at his lap. The answer was short, and if Arthur had learned anything from his class at Ipswich (which he had, thank you very much) it was a clear sign that Q wasn't particularly interested in what he was saying. At all.

"Oh. Uhm. That's... that's nice. What... about computers?" Maybe if he just let the other talk, then he wouldn't be so displeased.

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Normally Q would hardly care if he offended someone, and in his present state he was really only worried about himself, focused solely on his own fear, but then that hurt look flashed across the steward’s face and Q felt complete and sudden guilt. It was rather like kicking a puppy, and that was just too cruel.

“No, wait…er…” Shit. Where did he begin. ”I didn’t mean it like that. Why don’t you just talk about something else then? Distract me.”

Arthur watched Q closely for a moment, uncertain if he was going to snap back into that foul mood, of which the steward was incredibly uninterested in dealing with. However, he did seem to be trying to be nice, sort of, which was at least a little bit of a chance from before. He had to at least appreciate that he was trying. Kind of.

Smile taking its place once more, Arthur moved to settle down in the seat next to Q, methodically clipping his seatbelt around his waist despite the fact that moments earlier he had been standing without any sort of anchoring device. "Well, what do you want to talk about? I can talk about anything, really, but I'm only an expert on a few things. Bears. And, by that, mostly polar bears. I got a book on bears, once, but most of the bears in it weren't even bears, isn't that funny? Uhm, Egypt, I know about that. Timbuktu. But, you might fancy something else. What are you an expert in?"

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Deep down Q understood what Arthur was trying to do, and on some level he really appreciated it, but it just wasn’t working. It was sort of like throwing a person who was afraid of sharks in a tank full of the creatures and then gently saying they weren’t mean sharks at all. It didn’t matter when you were afraid of something; phobias were phobias for a reason, after all.

“Yes, well, if something goes wrong with your computer you down plummet out of the sky and crash, do you?” he spat, the words coming out a bit more harsh than he would have liked. Q at least seemed to at least catch it, though. ”Sorry…but you said the hydraulics weren’t working? Actually no, don’t answer me please. I think I’d rather you stopped talking altogether.”

Arthur opened his mouth at that, wanting to protest. He wanted to tell this gentleman that he was terribly wrong, that even if the computer didn't work and something went wrong, Douglas and Martin would fix it because they always did. Nothing ever went completely wrong when the two of them were around because either Martin, or Douglas, knew just what to do. However, Q's abrupt nature startled him, and a look of hurt flared across his face.

"Sorry," he murmured, shoulders falling just slightly as he glanced back toward the galley. "I'll just leave you to you, then. I'll do sit in the galley, and you can..." He shrugged slightly, gesturing vaguely around. "Do someting, I guess."

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Arthur opened his mouth to protest the last part, but frowned after a moment, brows knitting together. “Well, I couldn’t rightly say. I don’t really drink. And what I do like to drink, I’m not allowed to drink.” It really was for the benefit of all of those involved. Making a small sound in the back of his throat, the your steward racked his brain for something that might offer this man some sort of comfort.

“If it makes you feel better, I’ve been on this plane loads of times, and nothing’s ever gone really wrong. I mean, our deicing acted up once, but it was just the light and not the actual deicing part, but Martin landed to have someone look at it, and we got to have an amazing adventure in Spain. Gosh, I really like Spain, it was loads of fun. So, promise, if something goes wrong, we’ll land and get it sorted. Nothing to worry about! G-ERTI is the safest plane you could hope for.”

Sweet as he might be, every time Arthur opened his mouth, Q was made to feel even worse. It wasn’t comforting to hear that they would simply just land if something went wrong. The very idea of flying made Q’s chest tighten to the point where he could barely breathe. If something happened, he didn’t know how he would be able to handle it.

“So your plane malfunctions?” A light honestly couldn’t be too serious, but what if it was more than just a light? ”It doesn’t sound safe!”

Arthur frowned at the other's clear discomfort. "Oh, rarely," he replied. "When things go wrong, well, we normally know before we leave. And if that happens, we don't fly. Clearly, seeing as we're all here, the plane's in one piece and we're all good to go!" He paused, looking around fondly at the plane that had become so much of a second home to him. "G-ERTI's... kind of like family, yeah? So if she's broken, we fix her."

He raised a hand to scratch his jaw, considering for a moment. "Everything malfunctions now and then, doesn't it? Cars, buses, computers, phones, people... It's not surprising a plane does, but it warns you before that happens, so you can land. But, really, Douglas -- Martin -- one of them, they landed when the Hydrolics system wasn't working on the one side. Brilliant. Bit bumpy, but really amazing. I promise, sir, everything is going to be fine."

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“Well, none of the important bits have fallen off,” he offered, as if that would somehow ease the upset passenger. He considered his own statement for a moment before nodding his head. “Yeah… if an important bit fell off, we probably wouldn’t be flying G-ERTI any more… Which would be a shame, really. Flying’s brilliant.” To be honest, even after Douglas, Martin, and his mum had explained (re: tried to) to him how a plane flew, he still got a rush when all that metal finally decided to leave the runway just before everyone came to a horrible and painful death.

“Well, see, I don’t think mum’ll give you your money back, so it’s probably best that you just stay and take the flight,” Arthur pointed out. “Besides, it’s always good to face your fears, right? I mean, what’s the worst that can happen? I promise, Douglas and Martin wouldn’t let anything go wrong. I’m being serious when I mean they’re brilliant. I’m not just trying to be nice. Mum said once that Martin will stop anything from going wrong with how he follows the rules, and if something does go wrong, Douglas will, miraculously, get us out of trouble.” He pat the other’s shoulder, as if this would somehow offer the man some form of comfort. “Maybe a drink would help. Do y’think that’s a good idea?”

None of the important bits had fallen off? Did that mean some things actually had fallen off and were just viewed as superfluous? Even a proper, modern plane felt like a flying metal death trap, but the older charter flight felt like a certainty. The only thing keeping Q from bolting at that moment was the knowledge that the flight would be relatively short, no longer than two hours.

Two hours in which a number of things can go horribly wrong, though, his mind unhelpfully supplied.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea if I drink,” he admitted. ”I haven’t got a strong tolerance for it, and I honestly doubt you’ve got anything that doesn’t taste like petrol.”

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Arthur opened his mouth to protest the last part, but frowned after a moment, brows knitting together. "Well, I couldn't rightly say. I don't really drink. And what I do like to drink, I'm not allowed to drink." It really was for the benefit of all of those involved. Making a small sound in the back of his throat, the your steward racked his brain for something that might offer this man some sort of comfort.

"If it makes you feel better, I've been on this plane loads of times, and nothing's ever gone really wrong. I mean, our deicing acted up once, but it was just the light and not the actual deicing part, but Martin landed to have someone look at it, and we got to have an amazing adventure in Spain. Gosh, I really like Spain, it was loads of fun. So, promise, if something goes wrong, we'll land and get it sorted. Nothing to worry about! G-ERTI is the safest plane you could hope for."

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Arthur grinned when Martin took hold of the kitten, abandoning her to the other man. As much as he would have liked to keep holding her, it was only right to give her to the person she had been bought for. “Well, that’s obvious,” he replied, slipping his hands into his pockets for something to do with them now that they were kittenless. “You wouldn’t like a dog, who would need walks and to be played with and would eat up your shoes and all. You wouldn’t have time, between flying planes and moving things with your van. They’re a lot of work. But, a kitten? You just need to feed her, give her water, cuddle her while you watch telly, and she’ll be thrilled! It’s perfect!”

Martin gently scratched the back of the kitten’s head, feeling her softly vibrate as she continued to purr contently. “Well, again, thank you, Arthur, this does mean a lot to me,” the soft grin stayed on his lips as he looked down to the young feline in his arms. “She /is/ cute… she have a name yet?” he asked, looking back up to the taller man. “You didn’t have to get her for me, Arthur,” he was very grateful, especially considering there was not much of a reason behind the gift other than the fact that Arthur had been thinking about him… That fact made Martin smile a bit wider and caused his slightly freckled, pale cheeks to go a bit pink.