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That’s not the point. It’s just - I don’t - I don’t like heights.

[She mumbles that last part, quickly looking away from him while doing so. As if it weren’t obvious already.

She doesn’t move, just crosses her arms over her chest. A silent protest.

Until it seems like the silence awkwardly goes on for way too long (it doesn’t) and she takes a few more baby steps towards the edge and him.

She hates this. This is dumb. But she’s actually nervous - no thanks to this entire situation they’ve found themselves stuck in.

The look of utter disdain on her face should speak volumes. But she does what he insists and finally jumps and he better fucking catch her or else.]