Forty percent of that one percent chance. L wouldn't actually let him get hurt. He might even have been overstating the danger; rounding up, a little, for effect.
Trying very hard not to laugh, he coasts them over the equipment in the room, looking for a clear place to land. His shoulders shake with the repressed humour.
Matt's laughing too, now, though some of it might be from relief. His room is pretty small, and they're effectively flying in tight little circles over everything - lucky the ceiling is so high.
"I think you're going to have to hover over the bed," he says. "Then we can just jump onto it."
He hasn't lifted his head yet. Because he's tired.
"And then you will not have to move. I think it is about time you got some rest."
He sets them down on the bed as best he can; it's not easy, the mattress has too much give for him to get much of a foothold. Oh well, if they fall, the landing is soft.
L is too tall to comfortably stand on furniture. He drops to his knees instead, and then clambers down so he can swing his legs off the side of the bed.
Matt sort of flumps down, pushing his goggles up to rub his eyes briefly. He'd forgotten that L was still wearing a pair, and the sight makes him grin.
"I still can't believe you didn't buy that yellow shirt."
"I dunno. You're fun. You don't care what people think. You try on stupid sweaters and hit passers-by with boxes and buy random kittens." Matt probably wouldn't say all this if he was fully awake, but right now it seems like a good idea.
"Sounds good," he murmurs. Since L took off his goggles Matt remembers to do the same, and he pulls off the gloves, too. He leans back against the wall.
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Trying very hard not to laugh, he coasts them over the equipment in the room, looking for a clear place to land. His shoulders shake with the repressed humour.
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"I think you're going to have to hover over the bed," he says. "Then we can just jump onto it."
He hasn't lifted his head yet. Because he's tired.
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He sets them down on the bed as best he can; it's not easy, the mattress has too much give for him to get much of a foothold. Oh well, if they fall, the landing is soft.
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L is too tall to comfortably stand on furniture. He drops to his knees instead, and then clambers down so he can swing his legs off the side of the bed.
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"I still can't believe you didn't buy that yellow shirt."
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"Maybe a little. But in a good way."
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He's never heard it called that, before.
"How?"
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He likes L a lot, he realises.
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"I will come find you tomorrow. We can go flying again, or... or some such thing."
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"See you then, then. And thanks."
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