Darling, Be More (Kinn x Porsche) [Kinn x Porsche]

Part 2: Going Home

Kinn had decided to dress down to head home. If he had gone in his normal suit and such, everyone would think he had returned to take over the business, especially his father, and that was the last impression he needed to make; but it seemed Porsche hadn't thought the same. His boss was dressed in a suit like he was going to a big client meeting, primped and proper, even when he had been assured, he could dress down.

He stared at the man seated next to him as they sat on the train from Charles De Gaulle to Nantes where the house was. Tankhun had wanted to get a private car for him, which he declined since he was bringing company with him, a special someone (then got a pterodactyl screech in his ear when he told his brother that before he left Bangkok), and he looked at Porsche fussing in his seat for the fifth time.

The plane ride from Bangkok to Paris had been a nightmare. The stopover in Istanbul had Kinn understanding Porsche's irrational fear of flying all together. When he asked how Porsche managed to go to America years ago, he was met with a surprisingly vulnerable expression that said, 'don't ask' and Porsche went back to clinging to the armrest with his eyes shut as they waited to land.

Then in the airport itself, he had to physically reel the younger back in by the scruff of his neck as the pompous ass wanted to go exploring on his own like a five-year-old. What a coin toss. One minute, Porsche was petrified and the next, the man was making himself at home in a foreign country. He briefly wondered if it was because Porsche wanted to show he wasn't afraid like he'd displayed on the plane or really was just being odd and Kinn just wasn't used to this side of his boss. The next leg from Istanbul to Paris had Kinn buying Porsche a cover for his eyes to make him more comfortable and leaned over to whisper into his ear "Relax, I've got you" that had both of them surprised at the action yet absolutely not talking about it. Unconsciously, Kinn had gone so far as to offer his hand to hold, which was declined save for Porsche's knuckles brushing against his every two minutes instead. Baby steps he supposed.

Now that they were riding ground transportation, Kinn was getting a little fed up, "What is up with you? You act like you've never ridden a train before."

"I have."

"So?"

"The seats aren't comfortable, why aren't we in first class?"

"Because you were using your miles just for you, and I figured you didn't want to travel around in a country where you don't know the language? They eat you alive here if you don't know French; mock you even. Plus, I didn't feel the need to spend so much on first class tickets for an hour and a half train ride. So, I bumped you to sit with me, your Highness. So just chill."

Snorting in skepticism, Porsche looked over to Kinn with a wary eye, "Kinn. You do NOT speak French. You said you studied business in school."

"It doesn't mean I don't speak French, Porsche. I can speak Italian, French, English, and Thai." A shrug of his shoulders as if not caring for Porsche's face at thinking he didn't know. "I said my family had a house here. Why wouldn't I know the language?"

"...All of those languages...but your resume just said Thai with conversational English, Kinn."

"Does it matter all of a sudden?"

"Yes, you idiot. There were plenty of French scripts that we could've used on the Killian deal?!"

Kinn rolled his eyes. "I read them all and they sucked. The storylines were cliché and stupid. You said to filter them when they're a waste. I did, you're welcome."

Porsche deadpanned, "Just admit you don't know French and you're a cheap bastard that wanted me to suffer in coach with you."

A laugh at Porsche's doubt, Kinn looked to the cart passing by with some sweets to sell and knew that Porsche had a huge, sweet tooth gathering from the pound of baklava he had to smuggle into his bag as they were boarding for the other plane, he waved his hand, "Bonjour."