An affronted look found its way onto Haru’s face, eyes lidding just slightly to make a rather disbelieving expression before huffing a quiet, ”nevermind,” and turning over. She might as well try sleeping through the ride, again, despite how her earlier attempt went to shambles the moment some bad turbulence kicked in.
(Well, she hadn’t really been saying anything important, anyways. But still - he’s the one who told her to speak, and she actually did, for once. Hmph.)
A somewhat disgruntled noise escapes when the plane bumps again, and she’s really not going to get any naps in, is she.
Okay, now he might’ve felt bad for zoning out— he’s just got a lot on his mind and he’s tired and— okay, know what? He could make all the excuses in the world up yet that won’t change the fact he just ignored Haruka; someone who rarely ever speaks and obviously wasn’t having an easy time. Right now, the least he could do is try and calm her nerves, especially since the turbulence seems really bad right this moment.
Arm of the chair that split the two is pushed up so the space between them is open, a hand is given for her to take ( only if she wants to grab it, that is ).
“Y’can hold onto me if y’need ta. An’ don’t put up a front, Haru; there’s no point in doin’ that if yer nervous or uncomfortable.”