He loses his balance, tumbling to his side. I groan, taking a few steps and reaching my hand out to try to help him to his feet. Every single time he gets this messed up, I need to help him, even though I don’t want to. It’ll be worse for me if I leave him like this, and I’d rather not meet those consequences. But this time, when I try to help him, he grabs my wrists and yanks me to him, slamming my body into the metal separating us.
