( dropping his hands on either side of him, he lets them float there above the city, slowly drifting but not moving much. he throws a glance over to wade and then smiles a bit before it slowly leaves his lips, blue eyes staring out across the city. )

I hate it here. ( he says then, knees bent, fingers of a hand slowly drawing shapes and patterns on the bubble near his hip. ) Being trapped like this, but… there’s some things that somehow are still pretty, even in a place like this.

( he refers to the city lights lit up beneath them., stretching far off into the distance. )

Sometimes I just come up here to get away from things. It’s quieter, too.