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“Whoa! I just barely got you! Relax and I’ll have you safely on the ground in a second.”
Fuck. I’m thirty-five stories up, being cradled by a man in tights. And he’s going to fly me down so everybody can see up close and personal how Noble, the city’s biggest hero, saved my goddamned life. I can already hear the crowd cheering over the wind.
“Don’t worry,” says Noble as we slowly descend, “As far as I’m concerned, you were up on the roof admiring the view when a wind current knocked you over the edge. If you want to disagree with me, go ahead, but I thought you should know what I’m going to tell them. I want you to know that there are always people, even people that have never met you, that care about you and want you to be safe.”
“You don’t give a shit about me, you just care about saving me.”
“Both, but I’ll take off as soon as we touch down. I don't want this to be about me, not when you’ve clearly got a lot on your mind.”
“Sounds good,” I say as his feet gently settle on the ground
“Here you go, sir,” he says, his voice not patronizing at all, as a few dozen people crowd around. “You need to watch yourself up there, though. The wind can whip around pretty unexpectedly up on those rooftops, I should know. Sorry I couldn’t save your binoculars.”
He looks to the sky for a moment, his face suddenly stoic.
“I’m afraid I can’t stay, friends. There’s trouble brewing across town.”
He starts to slowly lift off the ground like it’s nothing then turns to look me in the eyes, his face filled with what appears to be genuine concern.
“Stay safe, everybody.”
And off he goes, heading to fight some imaginary menace just so my feelings won’t be hurt. I gently excuse myself from the crowd-agreeing with them that it was amazing, and that I was very lucky, and that he really is such a nice guy-then head back inside.
Not a bad last experience, that’s for sure. I head back to the elevator, knowing that he did what he had to do. I really appreciate it, but-
Not everything is a cry for help, I think to myself, and press the button for floor thirty-five.
Fuck. I’m thirty-five stories up, being cradled by a man in tights. And he’s going to fly me down so everybody can see up close and personal how Noble, the city’s biggest hero, saved my goddamned life. I can already hear the crowd cheering over the wind.
“Don’t worry,” says Noble as we slowly descend, “As far as I’m concerned, you were up on the roof admiring the view when a wind current knocked you over the edge. If you want to disagree with me, go ahead, but I thought you should know what I’m going to tell them. I want you to know that there are always people, even people that have never met you, that care about you and want you to be safe.”
“You don’t give a shit about me, you just care about saving me.”
“Both, but I’ll take off as soon as we touch down. I don't want this to be about me, not when you’ve clearly got a lot on your mind.”
“Sounds good,” I say as his feet gently settle on the ground
“Here you go, sir,” he says, his voice not patronizing at all, as a few dozen people crowd around. “You need to watch yourself up there, though. The wind can whip around pretty unexpectedly up on those rooftops, I should know. Sorry I couldn’t save your binoculars.”
He looks to the sky for a moment, his face suddenly stoic.
“I’m afraid I can’t stay, friends. There’s trouble brewing across town.”
He starts to slowly lift off the ground like it’s nothing then turns to look me in the eyes, his face filled with what appears to be genuine concern.
“Stay safe, everybody.”
And off he goes, heading to fight some imaginary menace just so my feelings won’t be hurt. I gently excuse myself from the crowd-agreeing with them that it was amazing, and that I was very lucky, and that he really is such a nice guy-then head back inside.
Not a bad last experience, that’s for sure. I head back to the elevator, knowing that he did what he had to do. I really appreciate it, but-
Not everything is a cry for help, I think to myself, and press the button for floor thirty-five.