“Ah— hah— ” He coughs when that knee meets his ribs, doubling forwards, away from the lip of the parapet— almost hurling her to the stony floor, though he catches the both of them at the last possible moment, adjusting so that only her heels touch it instead.

“Gods, keep that nonsense up and you’d have made me drop you.”

He pulls back, dusting himself off with fussing care that quickly turns to rubbing that now tender spot where her knee had settled against his side.