Julian followed Leo’s gesture, staring blankly at the single, fold-down jumpseat. The cold, unyielding mathematical reality of the situation settled over him like a heavy fog—there was only one seat here, and two of them. He opened his mouth to argue, realized the complete futility of his point, and closed it again. His mind raced as he tried to figure out a logical way out of the corner he had boxed himself into.
Leo picked his magazine back up with a gentle, sympathetic smile and turned the page with effortless ease. “I’m sure the cabin staff can sort something out for you eventually,” he added softly. Julian stood up, his face pale and tight, and slowly retreated back to the digital trap of Suite 1A.