It'll probably take another decade before he's well and over feeling like he wasn't worth his parents sticking around for.

He doesn't wait for the announcements, just finds a comfortable spot on the chair and tries to use his sleep debt to battle back the caffeine he just drank. After a little bit, it works, and he sleeps until they're somewhere over the Midwest. Something in his sleep bothers him, drawing tense lines into his face, but he doesn't stir. When he wakes up he blinks and rubs his face, entirely disoriented.