[ Verso shares in the sentiment in watching him almost miss. He already taking a step forward but Gustave is already on the platform with him. A slow exhale as he uses him to balance himself but they've got a whole lot of jumped and timed jumps ahead of them. ]

Good job. [ His hand rests on his shoulder, giving it a quick pat. He shifts to look ahead. ] You know ... a piggyback might not be a terrible thought at this moment.

[ A brief glance to him, his eyes stopping on all the blood staining the uniform; his face involuntarily wincing. ]

Pride aside, I'm starting to worry prolonged jumping might reopen something for you.