Marcus's POV
I slip my airpods into my ears as the pressure from the plane's take-off eases. Peter shuffled beside me as he dug into his backpack to retrieve his Nintendo Switch and Damien reclined the backrest of his own seat while pulling the hood of his jacket as far down his face as it would allow.
Peter nudges my arm with his elbow and mouths something to me that I can't understand. Taking out one side of my airpods, I c****d one eyebrow at him as a wicked grin pulled across his face.
"What?" I ask him as he powers up his Switch.
"I was just asking if you messaged Anna before we took off," he says while adjusting the settings for his game.
"I messaged her before we left home. I won't bother her while we're in Houston. And I'm sure dad will make sure he finds stuff to keep me bus
