timing

flying + meeting

crush culture ~ conan gray 

the flight from london to amsterdam is only an hour and fifteen minutes, so george being george, he fell asleep for the first time. 

the flight from north carolina to amsterdam, however, was much longer. it was almost 12 hours. so karl had a much longer flight ahead of him. 

but they had both planned it so they'd land at about the same time, which seemed to have worked out perfectly. they both landed at about 11 pm. 

when they agreed to meet at baggage claim, they had both gotten their bags before seeing each other. but the second they met eyes, george's bags were on the ground and he was smushed in karl's arms. 

"hi george," karl giggled, george melted in the boy's arms. 

"hi karl," george said sleepily, happily resting on karl's shoulder. they eventually let go of their hug, and interlocked hands. they walked back to where george dropped his bags, and karl helped him pick them up. 

they walked to the rental car area, which took longer than expected, leaving karl with an overly complainey george. 

as soon as they got the keys to their car, they both got in and karl drove the two to their hotel. they were sharing a room, which had a bed and a couch bed.

before either of them had gotten there, they'd decided that karl would get the fancy bed because he was the one who booked the room and everything, which was understandable for george. 

but the second they walked in their room, george wanted the fancy bed. he plopped down on the bed, and almost instantly fell asleep. he was practically sleeping when karl fell on the bed next to him. 

he reached his hand up and smiled at george as he moved a piece of hair out of his eye. george smiled back and gave karl a hug. he was snuggled up to his side now, almost asleep completely. 

karl didn't want george to regret anything in the morning, so he picked the smaller brunette up and unfolded the couch bed, before setting him down on top of it. 

"goodnight george," karl whispered to the sleepy boy, pressing a short, sweet kiss to his forehead. "g'night..." george mumbled back. 

karl smiled to himself before crawling into his own bed. he flipped off the lights, and began to slowly drift off to sleep.