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[almightythirst]

Hey there, stranger. Don't think I gotta explain the situation: you called, I didn't pick up. Leave me a message and maybe I'll get back to you.

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[almightythirst]

Alright then, I see how it is. Gonna make an old man carry you. I'll send you my medical bill.

[ He looks a lot more relaxed now that she's at least not determined to push herself past her limits anymore. ]

Do me a favor and step back off the stairs. It'll make gettin' you up a whole lot easier.

[tagartist]

I could just walk down them myself and spare you the pain if you'd stop hounding me.

[ She's gonna keep saying it even if they both know it's not true now. She does what he says though and (with gritted teeth and her eyes closed tight) she hops herself back up onto the top of the stairs. ]

Better?

[almightythirst]

But then how would I get my exercise for the day?

[ He puts time in at the gym for a reason, and it isn’t just for looking good. He follows her up and rests a hand on her back, just beneath her neck, to steady her. ]

Better, but I got one more thing to ask. You think you could sit down? That’d make this easier and I wouldn’t have to toss you up in the air like a sack of potatoes.