At the same time she reached to wrap her arms around him, he tightened his grip. She'd vocalized his exact thoughts, which brought a grim expression to his face. There was simply no other way, unless they wanted to stay and keep being dragged towards the part of the room that the roof was under. "Alright," he said, more to prepare himself for whatever came their way next.

He adjusted his grip on her waist and would have apologized for the impropriety immediately had they not been in such dire straits. Faustus pushed them off the table and toward the wall. His toe caught a shelf that had miraculously stayed on the wall and he was able to lunge forward and push her towards the wall.

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