Private Plane over the Atlantic, Friday night

[walter_n_wires]

So, traveling with someone from old money (quite literally) had some real advantages. One of them was the private jet Walter was half-dozing on, Vlad nearby

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[noapte_denoapte]

Vlad watched Walter doze.

He had a dossier in his lap which he really should have been reading, but the steady rise and fall of Walter's chest had him mesmerized for the moment.

Alright, for rather more then a moment.

[walter_n_wires]

"Traveling home from Poland would have been so much more comfortable like this," Walter murmured, cracking an eye open to look at Vlad.

[noapte_denoapte]

Vlad gave a soft laugh.

"I did try to make you as comfortable as possible, Angel."

[walter_n_wires]

"I know." Walter reached out and petted Vlad's leg as he had petted Alucard as a hound three years ago. "Imagine, no luxury service in the middle of a war?"