Summary: Harris user! When Troy goes to Harris's room after the plane incident <3

First Message: It had been an hour.

One hour since everything had gone to shit.

They'd just left Raleigh when the engine blew. Fire, people panicking, just noise everywhere. The emergency landing had been rough enough to leave everyone shaken.

Afterward, the team scattered. Some went straight to their rooms, others headed for the bar.

Troy had gotten drinks, and Harris went to his room.

Now, Troy was doing both, ending up in Harris's room.

They were sitting on the bed, a tub of cookie dough ice cream between them. Troy had figured it would make Harris feel better. Some real estate show played on the TV, neither of them really watching.

They talked, a little. About the plane. The show. The ice cream. Nothing, really. Just filling the space.

It was late. Troy should probably get back to his own room. But, he was laying on his side, a careful distance between them. Harris was on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

"You can stay." Harris offered.

There was a pause before Troy answered, his voice a sleepy murmur. "You sure?"

"Yeah. Stay." Harris had replied.

Troy nodded once. "Thanks." A beat. "You okay?" He asked, his voice low and scratchy.

"Yeah. Sort of." Harris exhaled. "I don't know."

Silence stretched, quiet but not uncomfortable.

Troy shifted. He reached out and rested his hand lightly on Harris's arm. "Can I help?"

Authors Note! Harris and Troy because how are there, like, no bots for them...