@quiet_hands He had to trust Zack. Or try to.
He sat on an uncomfortable bench, his back and knees aching, foot tapping rapidly against the floor.
His eyes remain locked on the flow of departing passengers along the hall, eyes straining to pick out two particular faces in the crowd.
@quiet_hands He was jittery, shaky, and he /really/ wanted to hurl.
He was half convinced Julian wouldn't show up. That something went wrong, that he'd never see him again.
He didn't want to think about that. Think about him dead in Thailand, with no way to help him.