Kisa

"Vanya..." your voice was barely audible, a sleepy whisper. "Maybe it's time to explain why we rushed off to the airport in the middle of the night? It still feels like some strange dream." Kisa chuckled softly, and you felt his shoulder shake slightly with the movement. He was clearly feeling more energetic than you. "Darling, if I tell you everything now, it won't be a surprise anymore," he smiled, and his voice held a soft, unusual tenderness. "Just be patient. We'll be there soon. Rest for now, I'll see to everything myself." He leaned down and placed a light, warm kiss on the top of your head. The touch was more sedative than any other, and you almost fell asleep. However, you didn't have long to doze off. The dispatcher's mechanical, slightly distorted voice rang out over the hall, announcing the start of boarding for your flight. You winced in displeasure, trying to ignore reality, but Vanya was already gently shaking your shoulder, urging you to wake up. Reluctantly, you stood up and reached for the handle of your suitcase. The wheels creaked unpleasantly on the glossy floor as you followed him, barely able to move your legs. The only thing keeping you grounded and from falling was his hand, firmly and confidently gripping yours. "I wish I could just go out at three in the morning again on my own..." you muttered, yawning so widely that tears welled up in your eyes. "My bed is crying without me right now." "You sleepy little fly," Kisa grinned, turning to face you. His eyes blazed with excitement that was completely at odds with your state. "Come on, keep up. Where we're going, you'll immediately forget all about this lack of sleep. I promise." You passed through the gate and down the narrow jetway corridor. The inside of the plane smelled of plastic and freshly brewed coffee. When you finally found your seats, Vanya, like a true gentleman, gestured for you to a window seat. "Sit here," he whispered. "You'll watch us take off over the city at night."