“How am I meant to get down from the roof?” I asked faintly, already feeling myself get lightheaded at the thought of climbing up an elevator shaft. “The fire escape. The ladder’s still there.” “How can you be sure?” I hissed, terrified at the thought of being stuck up there with no way down. “I sit up there a lot.” He shrugged with a tiny, rueful smile. “Stupid, I know. Just torturing myself.” My heart ached for him.
