"Bomb?" Shoes made more for a day in the studio rather then climbing, running or anything that requires them to stay on his feet cause Merrick's feet to slip on the ladder again, leaving him dangling dangerously by his hands while he peddles his feet towards the rungs, trying his hardest to not kick Snow in the head and you know what forget this noise.
A quick dart of his eyes up and down reveals no one watching him and that's it; he leaves his foot hanging and waits until he can feel Snow's head just under his toes before he closes his eyes in concentration --
Little paws clutch at Snow's hair while one pats at it comfortingly. Don't worry, nothing wrong, no one to see here worth any bother. God, this might have been a better plan had Katie been the one he was clinging to.