Blaine placed one foot on the base of a tree, and he slung one hand up for the branch that was closest to him, but he quickly jerked it back when the rough bark scratched his already sensitive palm. He didnt have enough skin there to protect him from things that meant to hurt him. Already a few feet above him, Kurt giggled as Blaine tried to wrap his arms around the trunk and wriggle his way up. "Youre silly." Blaine narrowed his eyes at the light tone of Kurts voice, determined not to embarrass himself in front of him, but when he attempted to kick his legs up and throw them around the trunk, he only managed to awkwardly whack the inside of one thigh before the leg dropped to the ground, his other foot still firmly planted on the ground as if his body had refused to go through with the stunt, knowing the results would be bad.

And like he had predicted, Blaines butt started heading toward the grass, while his arms were still hooked around the tree. Blaine quickly let go, knowing the side of him that wanted to stay upright would only lose no matter if he drew this out any longer or not. Suddenly, instead of the wrinkly wood that hed almost hit his head on, Blaine found himself staring up at Kurt, who looked like he was frowning from the position that Blaine was laying in, but was really smiling brightly as if he was amused by Blaines suffering. Kurt hung upside down from one of the lower branches, and he held out the arm that wasnt carrying their book. Blaine was careful not to pull him down as he took the offered help, even though Kurt probably needed to know how Blaine felt after falling from these trees more times than he could count. Maybe he would stop suggesting that they spend their days up in a tree like a couple of monkeys. Watching Kurt swing himself upright and straddle the limb hed been dangling from, his dress bunched up between his thighs, Blaine tightened his grip on his hand when he tugged him. "Come on!"

Blaine reluctantly grabbed the limb that Kurt had once rested on, gazing up against the sun as Kurt went higher and higher, jumping from limb to limb as if he was somehow related to a bush baby. "Do we have to go so high?" Blaine whined, struggling to heave himself from branch to branch without clenching up every time one of them rocked. "Kurt, slow down!"

Even though hed had his eyes partially closed because he was so exhausted, they widened to the size of saucers when Kurt abruptly leapt off of one branch and landed very close to Blaine, making his branch vibrate so hard that he almost fell off. Kurt gave him another flashy smile, which made Blaine frown at him. "This is fun! You can see the whole world from up here!" With that, Kurt disappeared into a bunch of leaves, and Blaine eyed the brief flashes of his silhouette that he got as Kurt climbed all the way to the top of the tree.

Scrunching himself up so that Kurt wouldnt notice him when he came back down and try to drag him up with him, Blaine noticed the side of the trunk, and he slowly scooted over to it, wrapping an arm around it so he wasnt so prone to falling anymore. Picking up the book that Kurt had left behind, Blaine opened it to the chapter theyd left off, and he ran his fingers over the words that he couldnt read. "Im happy here." He said quietly, but could hardly finish his sentence before Kurt popped out of the leaves swinging just above him, once again upside down. He looked like a wild, jungle boy, his usually perfect hair sticking up in every direction, and his blue eyes so huge that he looked crazed. The image made one corner of Blaines mouth quirk. "Hello."

At the quiet greeting, Kurt released a giddy laugh, and he pecked Blaines forehead. "Hello!" Kurt copied him, and then he grabbed the branch that Blaine had taken up, and he flipped himself upright, landing without even a wobble beside of Blaine. While Blaine almost hugged the trunk in his desperation to not get shaken off, Kurt simply snatched the book from Blaines lap, ignoring how violently they were being thrown up and down. Blaine wondered if Kurt was completely human or not. "Our story!" Kurt cried, as if surprised to see it, when he was the one who had carried it outside. "Im so looking forward to seeing what happens! Do you think shell come back to him?"

Blaine knew that she would. The question was if Blaine would ever come back if he fell and hit his head. He rubbed his nape as he simply imagined knocking himself out. Straightening up when Kurt pointed at the first word, Blaine hesitantly leaned closer to him, resting his head on his shoulder. All he could hope was that Kurt wouldnt suddenly bound through the air, sending Blaine tumbling backwards. With a good view of the pictures and words Kurts finger traced, Blaine listened to him murmur, "The princess arrived at her castle, just as the frog had promised, and she was filled with such relief that she promised her parents, who were a mess over her disappearance, that she would never run off again. With her beautiful dress ripped to tatters and her white skin smothered in the brownest mud, she made a frenzy of her maids, who scrubbed her skin raw in order to remove the filth, and stuffed her face full to widen her scrawny hips. The princess was then sent to her room, where, completely exhausted-more from the pampering than her brief adventure-she collapsed to her very soft blankets and pillows that were much better than a mattress of leaves. By the next day, the princess discovered soldiers patrolling her bedroom door when she went to slip out for her morning bath. She found that the soldiers followed her every waking move, as ordered by her strict parents. The princess soon tired of not being able to escape the dull life of the castle, as she had once been able to do, and even though she thought herself mad for it, she drifted off into many daydreams of the forest. One day, after an especially draining party hosted by her parents for her safe return, the princess saw no other way to make herself happy except to crawl through her window in the dead of night, passing carefully by the guarding soldiers who had every inch of the grounds covered. But the princess was desperate, so she crept through the bushes, scraping up her recently healed skin, and ruining another dress, all the way to the edge of the town, where she got to her stinging feet after stepping on so many thorns and sticks. She kept her face away from the villagers, who she feared would betray her to the soldiers in order to be recognized as the heroes, getting many rewards from the king and queen if they returned her to them."

Smiling when he turned to the next page, which revealed a picture of the princess sitting by the pond with the frog wading at the edge of it, Kurt eagerly hurried to get to that scene, "Unsure whether to be terrified or happy that she made it back to the woods, the princess dared to venture as deep as she did when she got lost last time. The princess knew of no one else who would have her, so she called to the frog, who she was still convinced was just a thing of her anxious mind. But the princess was alarmed by the sound of a plop, the only noise she heard for the past few minutes, and she looked down at the frog who had emerged from a pile of thistle. In her gladness to see him, the princess scampered to his side, letting him lead her through thick brush that eventually gave way to stagnant water. Neither of them said a word as she tossed herself down at the edge of the water, watching with hopeful eyes as he jumped back in, but when he emerged again only to see the smile on her lips, they both realized that they would be okay as long as they were together."

Closing the book when they reached the end of the chapter, Kurt let out a soft sigh, snuggling against Blaines chest. "How romantic. They know now that theyre in love." Blaine leaned down to press his lips to Kurts, but the rustle of limbs below them made Kurt duck his head, and his eyes widened at the sight of a small squirrel, who was digging for nuts that had dropped from the tree. "Squirrel!" He bellowed, swinging himself off the limb and making Blaine rock backwards from the reverberations that went through the entire tree. As Kurt chased the squirrel over to another tree, which he darted up, Blaine rolled his eyes at him, but was privately entertained as he tried to plead with him to come down, pawing at the chattering squirrel.

Then Blaine started to lean forward so he could clamber his way down, but his dark face turned an ashen gray as he realized how high up they had gone. "Kurt!" He howled like a sick dog, clinging to the trunk with all of the strength he could gather. "I cant get down!" When Kurt whirled around, obviously wondering what all of the blubbering was about, his face instantly scrunched, his lips pursing and his eyes crinkling, and then he burst into the noisiest chortles.

"Jump!" He urged, waving for Blaine to just release his steel-like grip on the trunk and scrape his butt off the uncomfortably jabbing bark. "Youre not that far up!" Gritting his teeth, Blaine glanced down at the ground again, seeing Kurt staring up at him with concerned eyes. He felt like he was on top of a mountain. But knowing that if he didnt come down now, Kurt would have to come up and pry him off, Blaine slid his sweating hands off the bark, finding red lines imprinted on his white palms. Closing his eyes, Blaine tipped forward, and he dropped like a stone to the ground, where he planted his face in itchy grass that went up his nose and in his mouth. Not even bothering to snort it out because he was too focused on grabbing handfuls of dirt, which hed never been so relieved to see, Blaine heard Kurt walk over to him, crunching on the grass, but he still didnt lift his head. "I said you had to jump, not fall over!"

Blaine lazily grabbed for Kurts legs, and he knocked his feet out from under him, making him tumble over. He plopped onto Blaines back, which knocked both of them breathless, but then Kurt started snickering again, which made Blaine weakly let out one chuckle as he finally lifted his head so he could cough out the tickling grass. Feeling Kurt lean over and press a kiss to his cheek, Blaine shot a harsh glare at him, silently telling him that hed wanted a kiss five minutes ago, but not now. But Kurt either didnt get the hint or didnt care because he snuck another kiss to Blaines lips, and then he gave Blaine one of his cheeky smiles that Blaine was starting to adore in a love-hate kind of way.

The summer didnt last as long as Blaine had wanted it to, and at the start of fall, the skin searing heat cooled to a finger numbing chill. And while Blaine would have taken the oppressive heat over the snapping cold any day, he wished he could have seen a compromise between the two, so that he could walk outside without sweating a puddle by his feet, or chattering his teeth so much that he chipped one of them. Blaine liked to be comfortable, but he simply wasnt the day Archer ran into his arms and cried that his baby flowers had fallen over. Immediately concerned over the one thing that Archer got more happiness from than any of his other toys, beside Hunters drawings, Blaine had taken his babys hand and followed him outside, where Archer had pointed at the pitiful pile of wilting flowers that had browned at the edges. As Blaine frowned at the limp flowers, wondering if they simply thrived in warm weather and couldnt stand a moment of the cold, just as Blaine did, Archer had anxiously patted his thigh and promised him that he was doing a good job of nurturing his little flowers.

Blaine knew that his son always had one eye turned to the flowers, after hed pleaded with Kurt to let him water his baby flowers. And each morning, after his breakfast and his bath, Archer would scurry outside and heave the watering pot into his shaky hands that were a little weighed down by it. He used the water that was left after Kurt finished watering the rest, and he poured it onto the dirt that was piled up on the roots. Archer usually spent his days with his baby flowers, sometimes dragging blankets out on especially cool days and draping them over the ground that surrounded them because he never wanted to crush their stems or petals. Kurt always spent more time than necessary scrubbing out the stains that the dirt and mud left on the blankets, and often gave up fruitlessly before tossing the ruined blanket. On days when the bright sun seemed to be baking the ground, Blaine sometimes found his son with his lips puckered as he blew cool air on the flowers before giving up with a pair of sore lips and breathless lungs. Knowing that his son would blow until he was gasping and laid out, Blaine had quickly bought him a small fan that he could set up by the flowers.

When it stormed outside, Blaine had to reluctantly pull his son away from his flowers, and he watched as Archer pressed his nose to the window, his snot smearing on the glass and his heavy breaths making small circles of fog. Archer sobbed over his baby flowers, fearing that they were being pelted by rain, and zapped by lightning, and scared stiff by thunder. He looked out for them as if they had emotions, and talked to them like they were his best friends, and it hadnt taken Blaine long to realize that those baby flowers were Archers only way to still look out for Hunter. His drawings were there, of course, but they were stagnant, not alive. Those baby flowers, however, needed to be protected in their helplessness, because they were very alive. So the day that Archer was convinced that his baby flowers had died was a very sad day for him, and Blaine, knowing that Archer couldnt understand that they would start to look worse as the winter went on, but would pop up again come spring, had seen only one option as he knelt to his hands and knees, carefully digging up the fragile roots.

Hed carried Archers baby flowers inside, with Archer trailing after him, one hand gripping his pants so he could keep up with Blaine and never lose sight of those flowers. When hed arrived inside with dirt plopping to the floor and his hands caked in mud, Kurt had turned away from the stove in alarm, but instantly understood Blaines silent expression of desperation, and Archers wide eyed look of terror. Hed filled a small bowl with an inch of water, and then theyd lowered the flowers and dirt into it. Then, knowing the flowers needed sunlight in order to perk back up again, hed placed the bowl in the kitchen window, but Archer had grabbed for it, asking to have his baby flowers on his nightstand. Ever since that day, the flowers had remained by Archers bedside with a heat lamp hovering over them, and just as he and Kurt had silently hoped, theyd sprung up again at the first touch of Archers loving hand as he filled them with water.

Archer loved his baby flowers like Blaine loved him, a deep, profound need to always watch over, to always keep safe. He couldnt say much to Archer, like Archer couldnt say much to his flowers, because neither would understand, but Archer was his baby son, while the many Archer Juniors were Archers baby flowers. He and Archer were both very possessive of the things they had claimed as their babies, and he knew that Archer would have none of it if someone tried to take his baby flowers from him, the same reaction Blaine had when his brother texted him for the third time that day, asking Blaine what was going on. Cooper had been calling and texting more often, and Blaine wondered where he suddenly got all of the free time that he hadnt had before it got so close to his time to take Archer home. Blaine had only replied to him once, giving him less than an inch with his reply that he was busy, that Coop could try back later if it was really that urgent. Blaine knew that he was being an ass, but at least he was an ass who still had Archer.

Kurt, who knew what the most minute ruffle of his brows meant, saw him in the mirror hed been standing in front of for a few minutes. As he rubbed moisturizer into his cheeks, briefly making his face as white as that of a ghosts, he just barely parted his lips, which were still damp from their coating of moisturizer. "You mustnt be this way to your brother forever, darling. After all, he was the one who gave us Archer."

"Because he wanted his acting career more than he did his own son." Blaine bit out under his breath, and when Kurt raised his eyebrows in the mirror, he realized that he had still heard him. Throwing himself back on the bed, Blaine flung his hands above his head, feeling his wrinkled tank top slide up his stomach, exposing the top of the triangle that pointed down to his abdomen. "I dont even know what to say to him anymore. Kurt, I just-" Blaine stopped when he felt Kurts hand brush his bare skin, making his hard muscle contract under his cool, slightly moist fingertips.

"Blaine," Kurt murmured in a very even tone, making Blaine feel relief that at least one of them had some control. "Darling, when we took Archer in, we promised your brother and Alicia that we would take the best care of him. We have... you have. But your brother didnt promise us anything... he didnt tell us that we would love Archer this way... and he certainly didnt say that we would have Archer forever... as much as we would like these three years to last so much longer. Cooper didnt mean for any of this to happen, Blaine. We feel the way we do because of Archer... not because of your brother. Weve been lucky to have the baby we do in our home. And there will be visits one day... When Cooper comes for Archer, it wont be the last time we see him. I can promise you that." Kurt bent to press a kiss to Blaines forehead, and then he moved away again, even though Blaine grabbed for him to draw him closer.

"It wont be the same." Blaine said as Kurt opened a few drawers, fingering through his nightgowns for one that he favored. "I dont want to be the distant uncle... not when... to me... Archer is my baby." Kurt only hummed a soft agreement, unable to come up with any more words because he refused to show his devastation to Blaine, when Blaine was already upset enough for the both of them. When Kurt gave his husband a look that Blaine understood to mean that he was exhausted of putting in on a conversation that was getting them nowhere but stuck between a rock and a hard place, Blaine watched in silence as Kurt swished from the room with his collection of nightclothes. Blaine figured he was going to soak in the tub, as he often did when he was faced with an especially draining day, which today had been. The house had started up to the sounds of Archers wails as a few of his last teeth pierced his gums, and Kurt had spent most of the day on his feet, running to the kitchen to make up more of the flavored ice for Archer to suck on until his mouth was numbed, and then bouncing Archer on his shoulder to lull the fussy baby to sleep after the last of the ice melted. Archer was late in his teething, as he was in many of the other things that Hunter had gotten through months before him, which meant that they were faced all over again with a screaming baby who spat up his food, no matter how soft it was blended, and sealed his mouth shut to escape the toothbrush that Blaine had tried to work into his mouth so he could brush the teeth that had already grown in.

They had gotten to bed late because even after theyd gotten Archer into his bed, hed been so frustrated that hed kicked his blankets to the floor and chucked his pillows at the wall. It had finally taken Blaine laying down beside of him and letting him grab fistfuls of his shirt as he listened to Kurts pretty songs, and after a few kisses to his forehead and strokes through his curls, Archer drifted off with his head tucked to Blaines chest. Blaine carefully slunk off of Archers bed, laying the baby down on his pillows and drying the wet tears off his cheeks, and then hed walked with his husband to their bedroom, where Blaine planned to quickly pass out. His husband seemed to be put out by his own lullabies, anyway, yawning the entire way down the hallway.

Stretching his sore arms that had fallen asleep after many hours of holding Archer, Blaine raised up again, and then he got to a pair of aching feet. He dragged himself down the hallway on sluggish legs, and he stopped by the bathroom, where he could make out the sound of running water. He pushed the door open and caught his husband in front of the mirror again, checking the dark circles under his eyes that Blaine was sure he had, too. When Blaine clicked the door shut behind him, Kurt gave him a weary smile, and he pulled away from the mirror, "I really do need a facial." Letting out an heavy sigh, Kurt bent so he could slip his hand under his dress, and he bunched up a pair of panties in his fist, sliding them down his legs. Blaine watched as they appeared at the edge of his dress, which came down to his knees. Kurt flicked his feet one at a time, unceremoniously letting the panties fall to the floor. "Archer has given me many things... kisses and hugs and presents... and worry lines." Frowning at the mirror again, Kurt turned away from his reflection and concentrated on pulling his dress up his chest, then over his shoulders.

Before he could rumple it and fling it aside, Blaine came to his husband and took the dress from him, pulling it the rest of the way off. Whether he was so sleepy right now or not, Blaine knew that Kurt would regret it in the morning if he did such damage to his pretty clothes. Picking up the discarded pair of panties, Blaine left both articles of clothing on the counter until he could carry them to the laundry basket. As Kurt turned to the tub that had filled with steaming water, he breathed out in relief, needing to relax his worry away before the lines on his face became permanent. Kurt stepped into the porcelain tub on wobbly feet, feeling his husbands hand wrap around his so he didnt lose his balance. Sinking into the water that came up to his neck, Kurt sighed again, laying his heavy head on his slippery shoulder. Blaine lowered to the floor beside of the tub, drawing his knees to his chest and resting an arm across them, while he brought his other hand to Kurts chin, gently rubbing.

The room was quiet for a few moments, except for the splashing of water as Kurt shifted to the edge of the tub, giving Blaine a pleading look. Blaine automatically leaned closer to his husband, pressing their foreheads together, and he placed a soft kiss to the thin bridge of Kurts nose. After Blaine gathered his racing thoughts, he grumbled in a low voice, "What do we do after my brother..." He didnt want to finish that thought because he wasnt ready to, as close as it was getting to that time when he would have to face it, but Kurt seemed to understand, anyway, his blue eyes opening and gazing into Blaines golden eyes.

"What do you mean?" Kurt still asked, even though he did comprehend what Blaine was getting at.

Blaine swallowed thickly, trying to bring up something neither of them had before, not by either of their faults, but because before theyd even married, theyd had children in their home. "Kurt... weve never talked about... you know... having babies before." Shrugging his shoulder, Blaine moved his hand down Kurts swallowing throat and across his silky shoulder, which made the water swish as he pushed himself up higher. "I know you want children... and I want children. Weve been married for a year. I feel like... now is as good of a time as ever. Do you... want to look into adoption... or surrogacy?"

Kurt scrunched his face up, and then he shook his head with an exasperated noise, "I do want children... eventually. You know I do... with you. But... eventually. Not right now. Its just... too soon." Blaine immediately knew that his husband was referring to losing not one, but both of their children within months of each other, and he made a sorrowful sound as he nuzzled closer to his husband. "But... when we do have children... Id want to adopt, Blaine. I dont want to look into surrogacy. I want any children we have to be ours, Blaine... I dont want anyone else having a part of our child." Suddenly, a wavering smile pulled at the corners of his lips, and he shook his head again, "Besides... I want to keep you all to myself."

Furrowing his brows at the quiet tone of Kurts voice, Blaine felt himself turn red when Kurt nipped his bottom lip. Before he could piece together any kind of reassurance that he was fine with adopting, and had actually been hoping that Kurt would want to take in a fatherless child who needed the love of a good family-he remembered that he was once like that, and was more than grateful when Kurt and his dad had taken him in-Kurt whispered through a fretful voice, "Do you regret it that Im not a girl?"

Blaine pulled away from Kurt at the question that shocked him, because Kurt never thought like that, and he muttered, "Of course I dont regret... you. Kurt, how could you-?" He cut himself off when Kurts lips drooped, and he pressed himself closer to him, ignoring the way Kurts wet body soaked his shirt. "Id regret it if you werent Kurt. I dont care about your gender, sweetheart... if I can get you... get you pregnant." He realized he was fumbling through his words because he hadnt been expecting such a question. Blaine knew that Kurt only belittled himself, and specifically his gender, when he felt insecure about Blaines past, which included more than one girl. Cupping his husbands chin in one large hand, Blaine pulled his face up so he could meet his big eyes, and he rubbed his nose against his, "I only care if youre my Kurt." One corner of his mouth yanked up, and he guided his fingers over the map hed made of Kurts body, the places hed explored many times before. He chuckled as Kurt sucked his stomach in to elude Blaines searching fingers, but he kept going to his tightly closed thighs. Blaine touched the little part of his sex that he hadnt clamped between his legs. "Not that I mind this."

Smirking as Kurt smashed his legs to the bottom of the tub, giving him a few inches of space from Blaines hand, Blaine rolled his eyes, "Kurt, you just told me that you want my semen all to yourself. Open your legs." Despite the fact that he couldnt completely open his eyes, he still stood up and yanked his shirt over his head, feeling a pair of small hands slip under the waistband of his sweatpants and push them over the slope of his ass. Before he was fully naked, Kurt grabbed his waist and tugged him closer, almost making him fall face first into the water. Blaine shook his sweats the rest of the way off his legs, then collapsed on top of Kurt, neither paying any mind to the water that sloshed out on the floor, because all they could think about was each other.

Hunter remembered jumping up and down. His best friend, Archer, was very expressive, much like their père, who showed that he was happy by bouncing on his toes. Hunter had taken on the quiet solemnness of their daddy, while Archer had mimicked the bright comicalness of their père since the first day that he could fling his fists up and kick his feet. Hunter hadnt ever seen a reason to hop like a bunny, but he did it because Archer took so much enjoyment from it. It was like, for a brief moment before he hit the ground, he believed he was flying. And while Hunter preferred quirking a corner of his lips to tell someone that he was content, he had seen the way his daddy looked upon his père whenever he skipped from foot to foot, so Hunter stared at Archer in the same way whenever he copied their père. It made Hunter happy just seeing Archer glow brighter than sunshine, while Hunter hid behind the dark of the moon.

If Karofsky ever asked him what kind of home kept him before this one, Hunter would say jumpy, and he would mean it with all his heart. Because, when not completely radiating, his family members were shooting glances over their shoulders, and Hunter hadnt understood why at the time. Now he did. Hunter remembered jumping and down, and he considered doing it now, even though he hadnt before. As he sat suspended at the top of the highest tree, Hunter released his tight grip on the makeshift handles of his swing, instantly feeling himself rock backwards. By his bodys instant reaction to save itself from torturing wounds, his hand snapped out for the limb, and he let out a sharp gasp as the swing swayed back and forth. Hunter considered jumping up, and then going down. This was usually his safe place, among the trees, where Karofsky couldnt get to him because he couldnt climb so high.

But Hunter leaned forward, exposing himself to certain danger because his swing leaned with him, making his butt slide across the slick fabric. He scooted back again, balancing himself out. The trees wouldnt catch him if he fell because they didnt even know he was there. They didnt love him like he did them. But not even his adoration for how close the trees could get him to touching the soft clouds made him want to stay here anymore. Hed spent months waiting, but all hed done was waited out most of the energy in his body, which was rapidly depleting. His vision hadnt cleared up, and without it, he had nothing that could get him home. After months of preparing for his family, hed never gotten back to them, and at this point, he knew it would take getting Karofsky to love him to return to them. But Karofsky didnt even have a heart. So what was Hunter really waiting on? For Karofsky to snap again and turn into the monster that had been there for the first few days?

The monster was temporarily appeased by Hunter staying with him, more by force than by choice, and he knew it was only a matter of time before Karofsky mistook Hunter never leaving him for something else... something that Hunter didnt want to think about. Hed take advantage of Hunter staying for so long, and hed start wanting things. Hunter was once prepared to see his family again, but he wasnt so prepared for the pain that Karofsky would eventually put him through. Because it was affirmed that his family was gone, Hunter saw no purpose in hanging on to this body that Karofsky was planning on beating, getting inside of, and keeping all to himself. Karofsky could have his body, but he couldnt have Hunter. Knowing what was best for him, Hunter thrust himself forward, letting the ground, instead of Karofsky, have his body, but just before he loosened his grip on the handles, Hunter stared down, even though he couldnt see anything. The only thing holding him up was his slippery fists on the thin fabric, and Hunter knew that as soon as he let go, he would die soon after.

But his locket slid out from under his jacket, thwacking him in the chin as it waited to plummet fifty feet. Hunter remembered Archer jumping up and down, the same cheerful boy whose picture was in that little heart. Letting out a hoarse cry, Hunter used all of his arm strength to lift his body back up and deposit himself on his slowly swinging seat. Hunter stared down at the small world below him, wondering where Archer was, if he was jumping up and down.