As the plane was smoothly gliding through the air now, he relaxed a bit, his legs shifting one of his flip-flops gets pushed slightly away towards the middle seat as his foot accidentally moved it. He feels her hand brush up and down very gently against his hand, in rhythm with her breathing. He notices that the movement is mutual, his hand is also moving slightly up and down as he inhales and exhales. He moves his foot as if trying to find his slipper while eyes still closed, and his foot gently touches on her sandle. He is so tired and sleepy. The flight took off at 9:30pm, and it must have been in air for about an hour now. They have started serving dinner in the flight, but he had already taken his dinner at the airport and he prefers to keep sleeping, or trying to sleep. He moves a bit in his seat and his elbow nudges against hers gently.