Trust real implicit, asking another troll to wrap anything around his neck. But Terezi not like that and neither is he anymore. Her arms slip around him, and he just finds himself glad she’s here and alive, praying she stays that way. Once she says she’s ready, he reaches, scooping up her legs in his arms. He rises up, trying to be careful to disturb her wounds little as possible as he hitches her higher.

“SORRY,” He shoots back at her, meaning it for this and wrapping her and everything. “You hanging on alright?” He can give her that moment to breathe, if all she needs, but he’d rather not waste more of her precious slipping time.

He can see the finish line, right there in view, not far up at all. They can do it. They can make this. It will just mean a bit of a run, a bit of jostling and pain.