At the announcement, Tuck started moving. Organizing the empty bottles and glasses, and handing them to the flight attendant as she came through. Settling in for the landing, glancing at Arthur because he didn't like this ending thing. He hadn't thought that far ahead to where kisses and everything else went when the plane landed.

"So... If you have the time, why not have dinner tomorrow," he asked, not sure he would agree to it, but he was willing to try. "You can contact me if you want. No pressure," he assured him, blushing and ducking his head.