Clive takes a step, but he doesn’t veer far from Dion; either of them could collapse from exertion, and he isn’t sure he could do much about it if Dion went first, but it soothes the anxiety thrumming in his chest to think he could. Even turning his head feels like a great feat, let alone putting one foot in front of the other, but he manages, somehow.
“If one of us falls, at least the other can carry on and make it a little further,” he says, barely above a murmur.
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“If one of us falls, at least the other can carry on and make it a little further,” he says, barely above a murmur.