He let out some uncontrollable laughter, finding himself glad that even with how rough and dramatic the past few months had been, Rose was still able to quite clearly read his mind. A walk through the park was great, but in his heart the opportunity to enjoy the thrill of flying and soaring through the air could not be ignored. Thomas tossed his hat to the ground, gloves quickly following after. He bounced on one foot for a moment, nearly falling over as he tugged off his shoe and sock. His hill of clothes was growing just as quickly as Rose's and he laughed again.
"That's not too high," he said, taking the time to properly put his omnioculars back in their case before adding it to his pile.
Thomas' time in Istanbul, hell, for the month of January as those few first minutes into the New Year are what had started this madness, should have forced into him some reluctance. Everything he wanted to do seemed to blow up in his face. But! But, he hardly found himself concerned that someone could be coming, or that they'd get in trouble for making their way off the beaten path. Even with the headaches and heartaches he'd had to deal with whether his own doing or someone else's, he'd managed to survive. Thomas had always shrunk back into himself when things became too hard to handle for the self-diagnosed neurotic, but look! Scotland was in the semi-finals, he'd stopped himself from doing something stupid with Audrey, and now he planned a dare-devil like jump into a gushing waterfall.
Life could be a lot worse, couldn't it?
Stripped down to his shorts, Thomas squished the wet, sandy ground between his toes before starting toward what looked like the best way up the cliff. He shivered in the breeze, but pushed forward, latching onto Rose's wrist to ensure that she did not get cold feet---and to keep himself from doing so.
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