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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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[tagartist]

Right. You're— what was it again? Fifty?

[ Chloe knows his real age full well, but Ashe's first impression certainly liked to stick.

There's a huff and she does just as he likely expected; she goes to step down in an attempt to show she's just fine. Only the pressure it requires does end up catching her off guard and she lets out a hiss, definitely reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder to steady herself.

Mother fucker. ]

[almightythirst]

[ Jesse's look of bemusement doesn't last long, softening a little with a dash of silent I told you so eyebrow arch to give it some spice. Usually he's the one pushing himself too far while injured, so he knows this situation well. ]

Old and wise, that's me.

[ He puts a hand out on her shoulder to steady her, not moving an inch to allow her to slip by. ]

Wise enough to know you're gonna regret it if you do that down every single one of these stairs.

[tagartist]

[ She scrunches her mouth, tempted to try another one just out of spite, but finally sighs. ]

Fine. I guess a little help wouldn't be so bad. But I could do it myself if I really wanted to.

[almightythirst]

I know you could. And you’d hate every second of it, and then plenty of the seconds after.

[ Again, he knows this very well from personal experience. ]

You want to go back up, or are you dead set on comin’ down?

[tagartist]

[ She should say they should go back up because it's maybe one step and it would be a lot less work.

But instead, she pouts a little, looking down the multiple steps still to go, and grumbles; ]

The T.V. downstairs is better.

[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.