(there will be no puns, jokes, or Freudian psychanalization of flight in this post)
Even in the wide-open horizons of the Nexus sky, where Ali knew she wouldn't be badly hurt by a fall, she didn't relish the thought of landing solo. Normally, being so helpless and entirely at another's mercy would not sit well with her independent spirit, and she certainly would have protested being picked up without a by-your-leave. But with Namor, she didn't mind.
Part of her wanted to ask if they could stay up there forever, free and weightless, but she knew that duty would force them to land even before the end of Namor's stamina, and there was a point past which it was ridiculous to pretend otherwise. So when she spies a sheltered cove along the Nexus shore, she would point it out and remark, "That might be a good place to talk."
One should never speak of weighty matters while trying to defy gravity.
Part of her wanted to ask if they could stay up there forever, free and weightless, but she knew that duty would force them to land even before the end of Namor's stamina, and there was a point past which it was ridiculous to pretend otherwise. So when she spies a sheltered cove along the Nexus shore, she would point it out and remark, "That might be a good place to talk."
One should never speak of weighty matters while trying to defy gravity.