[Laurent, not unlike a feral cat, shows his newfound deep trust of Damen by not fighting the man every step of the way on this. He waits on the first platform, broad and stable enough to take both their weights, eyes scanning the rest of the course until Damen catches up. This is him caring intensely, I swear.

When Damen does, Laurent leans in and up so the wind doesn’t whip every word from his mouth right into oblivion.]

A third of the way is where it would get tricky, I could maybe make it. [Pointing.] And I haven’t figured out the pattern where you fell yet.