[He continues not to fall to his death for the whole ride, thankfully. When he's pulled up to the edge he jabs the ends of his fingers into the surface, scraping back a bit of wood as he shakily pulls himself all the way up. It's not easy, even from right at the edge, and he doubts he could've made it if he'd insisted on doing it alone. His body is already aching from making only half the trip.
Once all of him is up there, he slowly gets back to his feet. He meets her eyes only briefly before he starts feeling uncomfortable again, gripping his arm and looking slightly off to the side.]
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Once all of him is up there, he slowly gets back to his feet. He meets her eyes only briefly before he starts feeling uncomfortable again, gripping his arm and looking slightly off to the side.]
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