Logan staggered under her sudden weight, stumbled backwards until the railing caught him in the lower back. Tess's familiar smell of vanilla and Happy, the glint of her hair in the uncertain light; he automatically wrapped his arms around her, dropped his head to the curve of her neck. "It's okay, it's okay." For a moment he let himself rest, and then pulled away from her, tugged her to the railing. "Look how far down it is, Tess, you can't even see the water. Just ... just black." There was a beer bottle balanced on the railing, and Logan flicked it lightly, watched it spin out into darkness. "Do you think she was scared?"
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