run past all the light

In all honesty, he would’ve preferred the collision rather than to bear witness to a crash. Grimace stretched across his face, Oliver had gone to help the other up if needed. Which, apparently, it wasn’t. “Kill– um, kill me?” His tone tweaked at the very end as he awkwardly hovered – only taking a step back when his brain caught up to full speed again. “I would like to keep living, please, but are you alright?”

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“Okay, you’re good. You’re good.” Marisol chuckled, picking out leaves from her hair. “Did I get them all out? I’d rather not have leaves in my hair while I walk around New York. I already look homeless enough.” She said looking down on her loose sweats. “I’m fine. Thank you for asking. Sorry for bumping— almost bumping into you. I usually watch where I’m going. I guess the cute dog was too distracting for me.”