[Nate tries to suppress the minor heart attack he experiences when he sees Elena's transmission. It isn't that he thinks she's incapable of scaling something successfully, it isn't that she doesn't have the ability - she does - but the last time Nate climbed a building with her, she slipped.
He caught her hand.
She let go.
The memory of that sensation is burned into his skull, watching her fall, craning over the edge of a building as her figure grew smaller until it hit the ground with a sickening thud and all the life rushed back into him in time for his vision to grow blurry. The same pinch of anxiety and fear squeezes his throat and he tries not to act like an overprotective dickhead when he follows the visual cues in the video to pinpoint her location as quickly as possible.]
Room for one more up here?
[he quips as he vaults over a parapet, grateful that she's not loitering near the ledge more than she needs to.]
BETTER LATE THAN NEVER action;
He caught her hand.
She let go.
The memory of that sensation is burned into his skull, watching her fall, craning over the edge of a building as her figure grew smaller until it hit the ground with a sickening thud and all the life rushed back into him in time for his vision to grow blurry. The same pinch of anxiety and fear squeezes his throat and he tries not to act like an overprotective dickhead when he follows the visual cues in the video to pinpoint her location as quickly as possible.]
Room for one more up here?
[he quips as he vaults over a parapet, grateful that she's not loitering near the ledge more than she needs to.]