[ Sure, take your time with fussing over standing on a chair. He can wait. He has no other choice, really, and the dark-haired teen is the first person he's drifted by in what feels like hours.

So like two minutes. Still, it's two minutes that he doesn't want to go through again. Tommy keeps his sarcasm to himself rather than find out how long it takes to slowly float to the top of the dome, and he grabs onto the offered hand as soon as he can get two fingers on it. ]

Yeah no, I'm not letting go until I've got both feet back on the ground. But you pull, OK? I don't know how this works and I'd rather not us both be enjoying the gravity free lifestyle.