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“Dude, you gotta stop being so hard on Barry He’s not—”

“No,” Thatch chi Luke”

“What?” Theo questions, and Thatch turns to point directly toward me

“Thisour fluffing plane”

In an instant, it feels like a thousand questions are tossedaround why I’m here

These fucking nosy-as-hell billionaire bastards They knoay too much about my life But, more than that, why do they even care?

I try to et everyone to take their seats so Trev and I can concentrate on getting the show on the road, but my copilot has other plans

He takes off his headset, tosses it down beside his chair, and stands up

“What are you doing?” I question, and he just strides toward the back of the plane

What the fuck?

“This flight isn’t leaving until you tell us what is going on,” he retorts, and I stand up, out of er across from Wes and Winnie

I look to our passengers, you know, the ones who paid good as for New Year’s, but they are no help

“Spill the tea, Luke,” Thatch says, sitting down beside Trevor He puts his hands behind his head and stretches out his legs “I’ht, my man”

“Uh…what’s going on?” Cap chimes in, and Kline smirks

“Well, Caplin, I think Luke here is in need of an intervention”

Georgia rubs her hands together “Oh boy, I love when I get to be a part of the interventions!”

“I don’t need an intervention” I sigh again and run a hand through ht back on schedule so ATC doesn’t ream my ass”

“Like you’re scared of ATC Get real,to have to deal with them anymore Mr NASA”

Thatch furrows his brow “Wait…what? You’re fluffing in?”

“Yeah” I nod, but apparently,

“Dude, why do you look so fuckingus that?” Trent questions “Iastronaut And you look like your dog just died”

“The tea, Luke,” Thatch insists “Serve it up, my man”

“Fine!” I shout, ht explode “I fucked up with Ava, okay? That’s why I’m here and not in Vermont with her She told me she needed space from me because I Fucked Up”