His attention is distracted from the window, if only briefly, by the girl handing him the shirt he had failed to remember he owned, black eyes meeting her own a moment before taking it from her. That she had returned her shirt to its place seems to assure the young man he should do much the same, pausing to pull it back over his head, a moment of satisfaction touching his features at the completion of this task. Basic though it was the boy still takes some sort of satisfaction from it before his gaze returns to the carnival-like goings on the deck below, eyes widening in almost child-like glee. It is a marvel perhaps, that he can move so quickly from their near previous intimate state to fixate his thoughts readily upon something so trivial and childish mere moments later and yet perhaps such is the product of a mind already so fractured. Each thought is fleeting- unless it is given a reason to continue, the boy by this notion perhaps a more forgiving creature then any truly take credit for. He remembers, to be sure, those he dislikes and yet individual situations, moments, are often a fleeting thing, her assurance the boat was moving seeming to be an equally ignored piece of information now that his attention had been thoroughly seized by what was occurring below.

He moves to vault over the guard rails with the quick and simple ease of any cat, winding neatly along the narrow steel beams against the side of the ship, evidently unconcerned with the near almighty drop to the water below as he does. The words of his girlfriend momentarily see the man turn neatly to face her one more, balancing precariously upon one foot as he does and yet animalistic instinct alone assures he hardly loses his centre of gravity, locks of dark hair flicking about to tangle with his eye lashes and fall into his gaze. That they 'cannot go down like that' has never occurred to him, eyes narrowing slightly once more, entirely unable to comprehend how or why they could not complete the task. He is used to the Ark perhaps, the giant steel container ship his home and one he knew intimately. He held no fear of the rocking ship, the wind or the rails slippery with salt. He is used to climbing about them, this ship hardly any different to his mind and indeed Tetradore had never enforced upon him any great need for stairs.

"Yes....we can."

He nods, assuring her of this before moving to continue to wander along the rails, the sudden sound of her clamouring behind him ignored until the pattern within her footfall breaks, the gangly deviant turning to the sight of her slipping and falling a mere second later. For a moment the boy merely seems inclined to watch his companions fall, eyes narrowed slightly as if attempting to understand why she had jumped. The cold, grey water below is more then enough incentive to keep his own grip upon the boat entirely firm and yet that Birdie may have desired to swim remains uncertain. For another moment longer he simply continues to stare, evidently entierly unconcerned by the situation, one hand lifting abruptly to click his fingers in a manner he has seen Tetradore do many times before- the discovery that he, too, could make this clicking sound had been one of endless delight and yet in this moment he simply uses it to unleash the girls own power upon her- ensnaring her form in a wave of telekinetic energy that abruptly halts her fall, bringing her back up and towards him.

"Is...Birdie going...to swim?"

That he believes it may well have been her intention to plummet several hundred feet into the ocean below is clearly evident, head tilt in slight question as he regards her. After all, if she wanted to swim he would simply let her go again.

"Should I....put...back into....air?"

If she wanted to keep falling he was entirely content to let her, he himself having no desire to swim and yet why should he deny such a joyous thing to his companion if she seemed so determined to do it- the girl hovering still just before him, kept afloat by his hijack of her own powers now.

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push