Re: [A-Gunster-hunting we will go.]
Patrick was not expecting immediate teleportation. Dude was not expecting his skull-sis, though this was not new, but he was not expecting it. He was not expecting the feeling that he was most certainly out of his depth within this building. He had the chronometer, but it could not help if things got hairy, and he had a feeling things were already hairy. He did not envy anyone anything upon this half-constructed floor high above the ground, and he most certainly was not enjoying the dark cloud that was prying itself away from his bro. The air felt most incorrect, and Patrick did not look forward to a life ended with a long fall and a most momentous splat.
"Dude," Patrick said, calm and collected, as if none of the aforementioned thoughts had occurred to him, "we are just here to give you a ride home, my bro." He motioned between himself and Con. "We aren't going to hurt you." Which dude believed, because he believed in his sis. He believed Adrian could control this obscurus thing. He believed shit could work out, man, and that was just Patrick Gunster in a nutshell.
"So, no need to freak, my dude, and we shall just climb down from here and head home." Nothing to see here, my dude, nothing to see. Luckily, Patrick did not realize that immediate death could come from licking ink-flames, nor did he know Con wanted to darkside the planet. If anything, he was worried about Webster showing up and making this all messier than it already was, but the guy was holding out hope that this rescue would not be interrupted by paternal intervention. Fingers crossed, dude.