Neville didn't say anything and just wrapped his arms around Grayson's shoulders. He clung to Grayson like an undignified koala.
The magnetic system in Grayson's gloves seemed to be working fine.
As they descended, they could slowly feel the gravity coming back. Neville's feet touched the wall first. Grayson stayed close, one arm hovering near Neville's back until they were both safely on solid ground.
The living attendant hurried over, face pale. "Sir, I'm so sorry—the gloves should have been fully charged. I don't understand what happened—"
"Check the equipment," Grayson said flatly.
His voice carried no overt threat, but the temperature around them seemed to drop by several degrees.
The living attendant nodded frantically and fled with Neville's faulty gloves.
Neville let out a long breath, running a hand through his hair.
That had been close.
"Are you alright?" Grayson's hand remained on his lower back, giving it a warm, steady pressure.
