We didn't pay extra to choose our seats in advance, so we ended up flying rows and rows apart. Not a big deal, but...
Big Frog: I like flying next to you. You hold my hand when there's turbulence.
Middle Frog: Oh. There was turbulence? I was sleeping.
...Who (ostensibly a complete stranger) was next to you? Whose hand did you hold?
Big Frog: My own! And when a guy who's freaking out holds the hand of a guy who's freaking out, it's not very comforting!