Think heavy thoughts? Like what, load adjustment formula to ensure proper distribution of weight over pillions? No, that clearly wasn't the man's point, but Reeve could not help the burst of scathing sarcasm when he was so scared. And then the man went and left. Which, of course, only redoubled Reeve's efforts at shouting for help.
He felt truly silly when the man returned, holding a rope and a piece of metal.
"Thank you, I will," he promised. Wasn't the most certain he could, but he was definitely going to try. And look, he'd slowly managed a whole other foot while Jacob had gone inside. But there was the rope, and Reeve watched it carefully. Watched it swing, watched it swing again, watched it fly.
And somehow, he caught it.
"I've got it!" he called down, rather needlessly, even as he worked on wrapping the rope around one arm. Better a dislocated shoulder if the man jerked abruptly than losing grip.
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He felt truly silly when the man returned, holding a rope and a piece of metal.
"Thank you, I will," he promised. Wasn't the most certain he could, but he was definitely going to try. And look, he'd slowly managed a whole other foot while Jacob had gone inside. But there was the rope, and Reeve watched it carefully. Watched it swing, watched it swing again, watched it fly.
And somehow, he caught it.
"I've got it!" he called down, rather needlessly, even as he worked on wrapping the rope around one arm. Better a dislocated shoulder if the man jerked abruptly than losing grip.