[ Cisco still feels ambivalent about this whole venture, and like he's the one not really carrying his weight in this time of crisis. That feeling only gets worse when Magnus is actually supporting his weight, helping him to get higher up, closer to being able to reach that ledge they'd fallen from.
But after all Magnus is right, and they probably ought to look like they're trying if they don't want the bear to think they're pulling a fast one. So Cisco lets himself be boosted, shirts flung over one shoulder. It's a little awkward, but then Magnus just lifts him as if he isn't a full-grown man who, okay, is a little short, but still weighs enough that someone ought not to be able to just heave him up into the air like that.
No time to focus on that, though; Cisco makes a wild grab for the place where the rusted fence had fallen away, and he just gets a handhold. Hauling himself up is not quick or easy; he isn't weak, but pull-ups aren't his strong suit. There's some teeth-gritting and his arms quiver a bit as he does it, but Cisco drags himself up and then onto the pavement outside the bear enclosure, gasping with relief when his legs are no longer dangling.
He allows himself that one moment of relief before he turns, peers over the edge at Magnus down below, trying to figure out how to help, how to contribute. ]
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But after all Magnus is right, and they probably ought to look like they're trying if they don't want the bear to think they're pulling a fast one. So Cisco lets himself be boosted, shirts flung over one shoulder. It's a little awkward, but then Magnus just lifts him as if he isn't a full-grown man who, okay, is a little short, but still weighs enough that someone ought not to be able to just heave him up into the air like that.
No time to focus on that, though; Cisco makes a wild grab for the place where the rusted fence had fallen away, and he just gets a handhold. Hauling himself up is not quick or easy; he isn't weak, but pull-ups aren't his strong suit. There's some teeth-gritting and his arms quiver a bit as he does it, but Cisco drags himself up and then onto the pavement outside the bear enclosure, gasping with relief when his legs are no longer dangling.
He allows himself that one moment of relief before he turns, peers over the edge at Magnus down below, trying to figure out how to help, how to contribute. ]
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