He closes his eyes, trying to just fucking breathe like a normal person because he can at least act fucking normal for Yuri's benefit, can't he? He can do that. He can do that, yeah.

"Yeah." He nods jerkily, eyes still shut. They flare open when he squints at a point past Yuri's shoulder, at the winding little wooden stairway thing leading down here. There's no railing. There's nothing.

It's probably a really long drop.

He forces his gaze to slide back to Yuri. "Yeah. I guess - you too, huh?" No one would ask unless they were.