Coast confirmed to be clear, Jack floats Sinclair gently over the banister and sets him down--
okay this is awkward hang on, Sinclair is dangerously close to getting out of his line of sight and that would fuck things up so let him kinda
try to
okay
Sinclair spends a good few seconds rotating slowly, a few inches off the floor, while Jack repositions himself. He's really trying not to squash your injured leg, here, man. Or, you know, drop you on your head or something. Don't hate him for the hold-up.
Dumb plasmids and their dumb visual targeting requirements.
There's some shuffling around down below. Then, once Jack's regained a decent line of sight, they're in business, and Sinclair is let down ever so carefully onto his back.
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Coast confirmed to be clear, Jack floats Sinclair gently over the banister and sets him down--
okay this is awkward hang on, Sinclair is dangerously close to getting out of his line of sight and that would fuck things up so let him kinda
try to
okay
Sinclair spends a good few seconds rotating slowly, a few inches off the floor, while Jack repositions himself. He's really trying not to squash your injured leg, here, man. Or, you know, drop you on your head or something. Don't hate him for the hold-up.
Dumb plasmids and their dumb visual targeting requirements.
There's some shuffling around down below. Then, once Jack's regained a decent line of sight, they're in business, and Sinclair is let down ever so carefully onto his back.
In a puddle. But shut up. Jack couldn't see that.