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There was only 45 minutes left of their flight until they would land back in the Outerbanks and once again their was a distinct separation between the two groups.
Saylor had been sleeping soundly for the past 2 hours and Carlton had no intention of speaking with the Pogues if it wasn't absolutely necessary so he had rested his head on hers and pretended to be asleep as well.
He couldn't hear much of the Pogues conversations but did overheard JJ state that he didn't trust him which made him clench his jaw and roll his eyes.
Carlton felt Saylor tense beside him as her body became rigid and immediately he lifted his head from of her own and looked at her sympatheticlly.
A quiet cry fell from her pale pink lips which unfortunately was loud enough to reach the ears of the group sat at the opposite side of the plane.
Everyone in the flying metal tin known as a plane knew that she was having a nightmare and the Pogues first instincts were to wake her up and they very quickly grew annoyed with Carlton when he didn't do so.
"What are you doing? Wake her up!" Pope lept from his seat and moved quickly over to the pair in an attempt to wake her up from the nightmare which he knew she had suffered with for many years.
"Zip it!" Carlton snapped back at the Heyward boy briefly turning to him with a dangerous look in his eyes before turning back to Saylor and placing his palm against her cheek using his thumb to stroke the apple of her cheeks just under her eye.
The blonde girl visibly relaxed within seconds of his hand coming into contact with her skin. Soft breathes replaced the cries that were previously falling from her lips.
"How did you do that?" Pope looked at Carlton with both curiosity and amazement written over his face. He had only ever been able to help her once she was awake, him nor any other of the Pogues had managed to actually stop the nightmare.
"Do what?" Carlton replied never taking his eyes of the sleeping girl with a gentle smile of admiration on his face.
"Stop it, how did you stop the nightmare?" Pope sat in the seat opposite the two with his elbows on his knees and head rested in his hands.
Carlton looked at the Heyward boy with a raised eyebrow, he thought they all knew how but it became clear by the way Pope was looking at him that he was the only one. The revaluation made pride bloom in his chest.
"They stop when you place your hand on the side of her face." He answered his question but didn't go into further detail because he wanted to see if John B remembered which by the way his eyebrows pulled together and he stood from his seat it was obvious that he did.
