Being carried by Coby had been something different. A little bit like trusting a horse to carry him without tack, except a lot more. Jag had hung on with everything he had, and done his best not to think of flying on Em's pegasus, a task made easier by how different the experience was, if only because of the enforced proximity. It brought back memories Jag usually fought off more forcefully than he did right then.
And then they landed on the beach, and Jag made sure his feet were right under him before he reached out and laid a hand on Coby's shoulder. "All right?"
It had been a long flight, long enough for Jag to sober up some, and realise what he'd asked of his friend.
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Date: 2018-01-02 12:48 am (UTC)And then they landed on the beach, and Jag made sure his feet were right under him before he reached out and laid a hand on Coby's shoulder. "All right?"
It had been a long flight, long enough for Jag to sober up some, and realise what he'd asked of his friend.