“Who knows,” Reyes says, with a shrug of the shoulders that somehow manages to convey ah, right, this new place we’re stuck in, its rules remain absolutely insane. “Unless fluffpods have suddenly picked up some very new and exciting effects, but I doubt it. This is a feather, after all, and they’re traditionally very light—” He drops it immediately, and they watch it flutter gently to the ground and sit innocuously on the ground, like a jewel amongst the dirt.

But Reyes’ personal gravity remains stubbornly broken.

“I am never touching anything ever again,” he announces, a shade melodramatically. He still has a steadying grip on Rhodey’s shoulder to avoid floating away, though, so he adds with a harmless wink, “Except for other people.”