Charity was fun to listen to. Gil decided that as they wandered their way down the edge of the Thames and every time they stopped to kiss, he was glad he'd chosen to take a day to spend with her in London. When they came to a stop, he watched her as she hopped up on the rail, the look on her face making his stomach churn and then, when she was asking him to help her up, his brows raised high. Now, Gil wasn't a pussy. In fact, he was rather reckless as was attested by many broken bones, a few sprains and more stitches to his person than nearly could be counted. Still, at her request, he blanched.

"It wouldn't," he agreed. "And maybe you shouldn't," he added, even as she was using his hand hold to get to her feet. He stiffened then, grabbing onto her waist and glancing at the drop behind her. "Chair...hey, Chair...c'mon, get down, alright? Look, you don't have to impress me, alright?" But all he got was a grin from her before she made him take his hands from her waist and held a tight grip to his hand. And then she was starting to walk along the rail, her balance precarious and his hand gripping her tight.

"C'mon Charity! Seriously, it's not funny, yeah?"