“Talk to me.”
“About what?”
Lianne looks at Derek, at the clouds, anywhere but down.
“Something. Anything. I need a distraction.”
“Topic?”
“Puppies, cookies, I don’t know, whatever.”
“Gravity? Long falls? Wile E Coyote?”
“Oh fuck off.”
A cloud floats by to the left, a little below them. “That one looks like a donkey.”
“Really? I think it looks like splattered human remains.”
“You’re loving this, aren’t you? How often do you do this?”
The cliff is way behind them now. Lianne feels strangely calm, and doesn’t even have to try not to think about it.
“More than you’d think.”