The lowly airport terminal felt stuffier the more time elapsed, prompting John to sink so deep in the uncomfortable leather seats that his figure became all but lost in his oversized trench coat. He had no idea how much longer the flight would be– Chas’ last update being nearly two hours ago, so John decided to step outside for a quick smoke. It wasn’t until the exit flooded with tourists carrying their luggage that he realized he’d been outside for awhile. Among them was his best mate, looking as baffed and untidy as ever. John glanced over his shoulder, turning around completely once he’d noticed him, a smirk growing on his lips. “You look like hell,” he stated, bluntly, exhaling a billow of smoke. He let out a soft chuckle and sidestepped around a few people to reconcile with his old friend. “How was the flight? No turbulence, I hope.”
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