[ he does as he’s told. he scrambles over each metal clamp for a step and courses through what felt like breathing fire in and out of his lungs. it burned and so did the muscles of his legs pores for him to stop just for a moment— everything they couldn’t afford. he wasn’t at his limit yet, it would just have to wait like all the other times. he couldn’t choose when danger was over, but he could choose how much he wanted to live. falco hardly realizes how much he’s climbed until his hands clap against an entire surface— relief makes his heart skip and his gut lurch, but they weren’t out of the clear yet.
as soon as the boy gathers his weight in his knees, he anchors his legs and throws his arms down to help pull angelo up the rest of the way. ]
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as soon as the boy gathers his weight in his knees, he anchors his legs and throws his arms down to help pull angelo up the rest of the way. ]