[It's fine that he's a little taller than her, really, because Hardison is too, and she's had plenty of practice at helping to haul him around before; carefully, trying to avoid making him flinch, she maneuvers his arm up enough that she can tuck herself under it, wrapping one of her own around his waist as she goes.
She'd sooner just carry him up the stairs, frankly, but she has a feeling he wouldn't want that. Maybe it's better to keep making him listen and do things, anyway.]
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[It's fine that he's a little taller than her, really, because Hardison is too, and she's had plenty of practice at helping to haul him around before; carefully, trying to avoid making him flinch, she maneuvers his arm up enough that she can tuck herself under it, wrapping one of her own around his waist as she goes.
She'd sooner just carry him up the stairs, frankly, but she has a feeling he wouldn't want that. Maybe it's better to keep making him listen and do things, anyway.]
Fresh air. That's good for you. Right?