“Like, yeah… That was the dream, but then it’s too expensive, the training. I could get a loan for the flight attendant course, but…”
“That’s not an issue anymore.”
Gabe shook his head. “No way. I’m not letting you pay for anything.”
Damian drummed his fingers on the table, smiling. “You already do. This room?”
“Ok… but this… this is insane.”
“Why? Become a glorified bus driver instead of being a glorified waiter.” He laughed, flinging the fork against his plate.
“Bus driver?”
“Yeah… those pompous assfucks. But a plane is just a big bus, right? All it does differently is that it flies. But Captain Gabe will be left alone forever. That is status, that fucking cap, and the stripes on the shoulders.” He grinned, watching Gabe’s eyes, his thoughts clouding them.
“I am not sure…”
“Think about it?” He rose. “I need to pick my clothes out. The offer is there. It’s our money, ok? Not mine.”
“Pilots train young…”
Damian stepped to him and put his hands on his hips. “You are young. What the fuck are you talking about?”
Gabe smiled. “Ok. I’ll think about it.”
Damian kissed him. “It would be a win-win. When we buy a jet, you could fly it. Saves on the pilot.”
“We won’t buy a jet.”
“Why not?”
“Because that’s insane.”
“Ok.” He was grinning though, enjoying Gabe floating in that madness that wealth was. “Go and get ready. Armando! Get dressed, we’re leaving soon.”
The little boy darted away to get his clothes, and they walked behind him to the wardrobe. Damian’s eyes roamed his suits whilst Gabe helped Armando dress.Press compatible. Fuck. But he chose his dark blue suit, almost black, his black shoes, a red tie, a handkerchief for his pocket, and a white shirt. Dressing without thinking, those movements ingrained, done a thousand times. He went to call reception and ask for a ride in their limo. Armando walked to him, wearing a white shirt and black trousers with tiny lacquered shoes.
Damian whistled. “Wow! So elegant!”
“Like you!” He held his hands up, and Damian picked him up and sat him on his arm.
“Very elegant, Mr. Bourne.”
“Who is Mr. Bourne?” Poking his tiny tongue out.
“You.”
Armando giggled and wiggled his feet, so he put him down. He rushed to the rug and picked up his favorite car. “Let’s go!”
“We need to wait for the car.”
“A big car?”
“Huge.” He turned to Gabe tugging his suitcase. “You need a ride?”
“No. I’ll take a cab.”
Damian laced his arms around him, pulling him into a kiss. “Think about it, ok?”
