On the plane to New York

On the way to New York I was sitting next to a middle age gentleman in the airplane. The flight was at 10:45 at night. I was getting myself ready to take a nap as the plane was taking off. I took my glasses off, wrapped a blanket around me and closed my eyes. I felt an uncomfortable energy from the man who was sitting next to me. I opened my right eye and looked at him from corner of my eye without moving. He was about mid fifties, tall, blue eyes, small nose, white hair and pale face. He was squeezing his face so hard that could see every little wrinkle around his left eye. His eyes were closed with his feast rapped around his legs.

Are you ok? I asked.
He grabbed my hands and said something really quickly that I did not understand before I even finished my question. He was afraid of flying.
He has a son and a daughter who is a student at Santa Cruz University. His wife left him 2 years ago after 25 years of marriage for another lesbian.