"Sir, I do not think those are words to be said to your brother." A woman in a uniform said as kindly as possible, handing Jadin a box of tissues.
"Were they too harsh?" Issac asked, putting on his most innocent expression.
"I suppose they were." She said pleasantly, staring at his brown eyes, pausing for a second as a blush crept up her cheeks. Clearing her throat she said, "Perhaps you can comfort him better?"
"I will try." Issac turned to Jadin, wiping his eyes with the tissue she gave him. "Could he walk to the front for a bit? He is too nervous to be seated here like this."
"As long as he doesn't follow us," Jadin said, glaring at Issac who shrugged at him.
"Of course." The woman said, taking Jadin to the front, in the gallery to be specific as Jadin crouched down and tried to breathe to control his serves.
The woman crouched to him and asked, "Is this your first time on a plane?"
