[he recognizes that, and pulls her in close and tight, his hand shifting to wrap around her waist, and the other grabs a proper grappling hook gun- catching on... something. shifting their trajectory just enough to arc-- into something soft, him on top of her.]
You know, if you fall, you've gotta land eventually.
Falling just to fall? That's gonna hurt, at some point. So maybe the real lesson is how to catch yourself.
[he's familiar with falling-- and with hard landings. he doesn't remember every single one he's had, but he knows enough to know he had them. still, his arm grips against her as they come to a stop-- shifting just slightly in scenery from the city to a park-- it's empty even if they can hear the sounds of trains whirring by or people in the distance.]
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Which ones?
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Falling in love, falling without a net or hook, in your case.
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Falling just to fall? That's gonna hurt, at some point. So maybe the real lesson is how to catch yourself.
[he's familiar with falling-- and with hard landings. he doesn't remember every single one he's had, but he knows enough to know he had them. still, his arm grips against her as they come to a stop-- shifting just slightly in scenery from the city to a park-- it's empty even if they can hear the sounds of trains whirring by or people in the distance.]
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Which you are an expert in along with missing the point.
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Then what is the point? I'm already pretty damn aware I'm not the brightest crayon in the box.
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[stretching up for a brief kiss]
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Trusting's not something I'm good at. You're right.
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Hm?