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xp_logs Finally -- only a few weeks later, they're off to Japan
The family jet was ready and waiting for them at the airport, as was the staff. After everything Warren had put Bobbi through over the last few months, he wanted to ensure she saw how much he cared and was willing to give her. He was also trying his best to detox, and had spent the last 24 hours curled up in the shower, trying very hard not to drink, to use, or anything. He was going to be okay for this trip. He was.
Once seated inside the plush jet, he lounged casually, a bottle of water in hand. It was a 15 hour flight, and he was going to do it in comfort, damnit. Plus, his head was pounding.
"Do you need anything? Suzanne over there will do whatever you need. Massage, food, sing you a song..." The woman nodded her head enthusiastically. "She's basically in charge of making sure you're happy."
"I'm good for now, thanks," she replied. Suzanne had already brought them some champagne, and Bobbi's half-full glass was next to a charcuterie board on a nearby table. She'd brought a dog-eared copy of one of her favourite books too, which was resting on her lap. Travelling with Warren really was ruining her for all other modes of transportation, it was true, but she could hardly complain.
"...maybe a massage a little later?" Fifteen hours was a long time, after all. She waved Suzanne off with a polite smile, then turned to Warren. "What about you, are you happy?"
Warren nodded with a smile. "Of course. I have you to myself for the week, celebrating our anniversary where it all started...what else could I ask for?"
To not screw it up
There was this voice in the background, telling him all the ways he could -- and would -- mess this up. He was determined not to let it win though. That's why he had only accepted the champagne, and refused anything harder. See? He could do this.
"Exactly," she added with a nod of her own. Bobbi was hoping for the same thing, that things wouldn't get screwed up again this time. Maybe getting away was exactly what they needed for that to happen. Or not happen, rather. That was what people did to save relationships, wasn't it? Either that or having... no, she wasn't even going to think about that.
"I can't wait to see what you've planned for us on this trip." Better to focus on that, she told herself, taking another sip of her own champagne.
The family jet was ready and waiting for them at the airport, as was the staff. After everything Warren had put Bobbi through over the last few months, he wanted to ensure she saw how much he cared and was willing to give her. He was also trying his best to detox, and had spent the last 24 hours curled up in the shower, trying very hard not to drink, to use, or anything. He was going to be okay for this trip. He was.
Once seated inside the plush jet, he lounged casually, a bottle of water in hand. It was a 15 hour flight, and he was going to do it in comfort, damnit. Plus, his head was pounding.
"Do you need anything? Suzanne over there will do whatever you need. Massage, food, sing you a song..." The woman nodded her head enthusiastically. "She's basically in charge of making sure you're happy."
"I'm good for now, thanks," she replied. Suzanne had already brought them some champagne, and Bobbi's half-full glass was next to a charcuterie board on a nearby table. She'd brought a dog-eared copy of one of her favourite books too, which was resting on her lap. Travelling with Warren really was ruining her for all other modes of transportation, it was true, but she could hardly complain.
"...maybe a massage a little later?" Fifteen hours was a long time, after all. She waved Suzanne off with a polite smile, then turned to Warren. "What about you, are you happy?"
Warren nodded with a smile. "Of course. I have you to myself for the week, celebrating our anniversary where it all started...what else could I ask for?"
To not screw it up
There was this voice in the background, telling him all the ways he could -- and would -- mess this up. He was determined not to let it win though. That's why he had only accepted the champagne, and refused anything harder. See? He could do this.
"Exactly," she added with a nod of her own. Bobbi was hoping for the same thing, that things wouldn't get screwed up again this time. Maybe getting away was exactly what they needed for that to happen. Or not happen, rather. That was what people did to save relationships, wasn't it? Either that or having... no, she wasn't even going to think about that.
"I can't wait to see what you've planned for us on this trip." Better to focus on that, she told herself, taking another sip of her own champagne.
