[ The sky, then the trees, and Ian already knows where this is going -- or the loose direction, anyway. The understanding filters across his expression, lips parted, voiceless for a moment.

He's thinking of course he fell. Jesus, considering what he does all the time recreationally, screwing around on that crane, scaling up Ian's building to his window. He feels something rising up that sounds like I told you that shit's not safe-- but he presses it right back down again. It isn't even an I told you so, it's another brand of that same angry concern he felt earlier with Kyna.

Way too late to feel that for him, here.

An irrational, absurd voice in his mind murmurs that it's one of the most painless ways to go, at least. If it's fast enough, hard enough, the brain doesn't even have time to register pain.

That's not the right thing to say either. Mostly he just wants to know-- ]

This is gonna sound... really stupid when I ask it, but-- are you okay?

[ Not physically, obviously, but emotionally. ]

Are you- how long ago was it? Have you actually processed it yet?