"In her?" Mail asked. "Her name's Linda."

Near hummed and turned to look at the window. "...I've never flown before."

"Does the idea bother you?" Matt asked. "Gonna pop your cherry?"

"One usually uses that term in reference to acts of sexual nature," Near informed. "But I'm sure Mail knew that already."

He turned back to the older boy.

"There is no logical reason to be afraid of planes," He informed. "They are far safer then cars and if something does happen, the proper procedures will either save your life or you will die."

"That's very level-headed and adult of you Near." Mail smirked. "Now...how do you really feel about it?"

"...I'm terrified," Near admitted, his entire body tense.

"...I'm gonna move you." Mail said. "That means I have to touch you."

"I can move myself," Near informed, though he made no move to.

Mail smiled and reached over- scooping Near up and setting the smaller boy in his lap.

"I said I could do it myself!" Near snapped at him, starting to struggle in the redhead's hold.

"Hey, it's fine." Mail let go immediately.

"I said I could do it!" Near continued to insist as he climbed out of Mail's lap and moved into the seat beside him - the one farthest from the window.

"...I just thought it would help." Mail frowned.

"I said I could do it myself," Near insisted for a forth time, turning his face away.

"I know you can...calm down." Mail said with a frown.

Near curled up in the seat, wrapping his arms around his knees.

As the flight attendant came over with a drink list, he began to rock back and forth.

"...Nate, do you want a drink?" Mail asked.

"I don't like flying," He told the flight attendant as she gave him a strange stare.

"Okay," She commented, brushing it off. "I'll get him a water."

"Get him something for his nerves and put it in the water." Mail nodded.

She looked at him in surprise, before looking toward 'Nate'. After a moment of being shocked that he didn't protest - as was Mail - she slipped away.

"I want you to drink it all." Mail told Near.

"If I sleep the whole way, I will be very grateful to Mail," Near admitted, still rocking back and forth.

"But then you can't talk to me." Mail blinked.

The young boy turned to look at him in surprise. "Why would Mail want to talk to me?"

"I like talking to you." Mail smiled.

Near stared at him a little longer, before he tilted his head. "No one has... ever told me that before."

"Then they're all morons." Mail laughed. "Because you're fun to be around."

"I'm... fun?" The little boy actually sounded surprised.

"Yeah, you're a blast." Mail moved over to the seat in front of Near and looked over the back of it at him.

The younger boy watched him carefully, before he smiled. "My thanks to Mail..."

"For the truth?" Mail asked.

"For kindly lying to me," Near informed as he uncurled one leg, letting it drop - still with the other pulled against his chest... just as he was in the show.

In fact, a lot of the things about Near were similar to the show... if it really was written off of real life, the person writing it would have to have known Near very well.

"I never lie." Mail smirked.

"Liar," Near accused, smirking a little bit.

"Right...because I'm a liar." Mail smirked back. "But you like me."

"I am a liar too," Near informed. "There is nothing wrong with being a liar if the outcome is favorable."

"So we'll lie to each other?" Mail asked with amusement.

"If the outcome is favorable," Near reminded.

"So how do I lie my way into your heart?" Mail asked.

The younger boy's smirk fell and he stared at Mail blankly. "I'm not sure what Mail would want to do with it... its too poor to sell on the black market."