Pip + Tommy: things you said while holding my hand
Tommy still isn’t sure about this.
Not the running away, he was sure of that long before they actually snuck away during that final Hogsmeade trip so many weeks ago. It’s just - flying without magic? Sure, he’s realized that muggles were capable of a whole lot more than he’d ever been allowed to believe, but this just seems like too much. Even in the face of Pip’s confidence, he’s… unsure. Definitely not afraid, because Montagues don’t fear anything (another lie, another failure to mar his so-called good name).
He’s jumpy, though, has been since before they even left the inn, but it’s gotten worse now that they’re settled into their cramped seats inside the strange machine Pip keeps reminding him is called an aeroplane. He startles when Pip grabs his hand, and his cheeks darken instantly at the chuckle that the other boy gives. Still, despite Pip’s amusement at his anxiety, Tommy can see the tenderness and care in his eyes, too, and it helps to settle something inside him, if only marginally so.
“I wouldn’a said t’ do this if I thawt it were dangerous,” Pip points out, giving Tommy’s hand a squeeze when the flight crew finally shut the boarding door, “Trust me, yea?”
Tommy swallows hard, and squeezes his hand back. He can do this, so long as Pip is there next to him. He’d face down any number of his fears to know that Pip is safe and far, far away from the dangers of their world; a few hours in a muggle aircraft is nothing. Right?
“I trust you,” he says finally, his voice shaking but honest nonetheless, and Pip’s smile is worth every second of the nausea and turbulence the flight brings with it.
