"Careful, we might drag you into a threesome with talk like that," Marco joked back with a grin.

Still, he mused over the next words. It was a lot of truth, even if he was hiding something. Marco nodded and leaned back against his brother. "So maybe it's flying with me that triggered another?" He didn't frown, but he was a little worried. His favorite brother had nerves about flying alone with him? Ideally there shouldn't be a safer place in the world. "Hey." Marco shifted in Thatch's lap and turned his arms into wings to wrap in a tent over Thatch's head. "Still worried?"