[ once he’s up, falco can finally breathe, too, easily stooping to his knees to join peter with puffing breaths (out of the fright and the earlier running, but peter really did do the rest of the heavy lifting). one glimpse down from the ledge was necessary, and ah went the boy’s voice, staggering back to sit himself down. ]
So that’s a zombie . . . [ tiny titans. he gives the loop of his pants leg a look, and all seems well, so said in between air, ] M’fine, it’s thanks to you. [ grateful. ]
You climbed it all with your hands . . . Wow.
[ he really means that, the same way he’d look at a tape player today and easily show childlike awe. he’s seen a lot, but it’s hard to remove wonder from what he either hasn’t seen, or if something is truly, truly amazing. ]
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So that’s a zombie . . . [ tiny titans. he gives the loop of his pants leg a look, and all seems well, so said in between air, ] M’fine, it’s thanks to you. [ grateful. ]
You climbed it all with your hands . . . Wow.
[ he really means that, the same way he’d look at a tape player today and easily show childlike awe. he’s seen a lot, but it’s hard to remove wonder from what he either hasn’t seen, or if something is truly, truly amazing. ]