Cliff shrugged as she declined his offer, and had it not been weird, he would have offered the mint to the other gentleman. But, he was selfish and a mint sounded really good now, so he unwrapped it and popped it into his mouth. He hovered on the other side of her, hands shoved back into the depths of his pocket — if she fell, which she seemed like she was going to do because Cliff wasn’t convinced she wasn’t dying, she was shit out of luck because he wouldn’t be able to catch her in time.

“Just over there.” Cliff parroted like it meant something to him, although her arm wrapping around his made him pause. He turned toward her with wide eyes, and cleared his throat. “I can run ahead and get someone, if ya want?” Because that sounded better than being trapped in this death grip. “Or, I dunno, a piggyback ride.” Cliff leaned back to look behind her toward the other gentleman. “You can spot her to make sure she doesn’t fall. She doesn't look ah… that heavy, right?”

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