“Listen, friend,” Julian said, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial, friendly whisper, “about our little arrangement earlier at boarding. The suite seems to have developed some sort of massive digital glitch, and Beatrice is getting quite uncomfortable. I was wondering—would you perhaps consider taking the suite back? We’d be more than happy to move out and let you have it.”
Leo slowly lowered his magazine and looked around with a mildly apologetic, thoughtful expression. “I’d genuinely love to help you out, Julian, but…” He gestured vaguely at the narrow crew jumpseat he was currently occupying. “…the cabin staff put me here since I was traveling solo and this spare jumpseat was going completely unused anyway. It’s a single seat. It wouldn’t do much for both you and Beatrice, would it?”