[It's more than a little harrowing, that's for sure, not like floating in zero gravity at all. But Arthur manages to keep calm. He's good at that. Unflappable, stick-in-the-mud Arthur. That's him.
When she lets go of him finally, he musters as much of his dignity as he can (which probably isn't much), straightening his clothes absently. Not out of worry for the clothes, really, but more for his overall demeanor.]
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When she lets go of him finally, he musters as much of his dignity as he can (which probably isn't much), straightening his clothes absently. Not out of worry for the clothes, really, but more for his overall demeanor.]
Thanks. I owe you one.
[And he'll take that seriously, too.]