[ With his heart in his throat and the sun beating down on him, his body a tight uncomfortable mess and sand grinding its way into his scraped palms, all Flynn can do for now is cling to the ledge and let Yuri explore and try not to give into the sick pit of fear in his belly.
It lurches when Yuri touches back down, tightens up painfully when he reports.
Down, huh.
Flynn nods, white-faced, and leans out with his head spinning to look down. He has to resist the urge to lean back again immediately, or throw up. He can't do that. If the option is go down or stay up here and burn...
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It lurches when Yuri touches back down, tightens up painfully when he reports.
Down, huh.
Flynn nods, white-faced, and leans out with his head spinning to look down. He has to resist the urge to lean back again immediately, or throw up. He can't do that. If the option is go down or stay up here and burn...
Slowly, he looks up at Yuri, his jaw set. ]
In that case, I'll go first.