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"Shit." George cursed, digging his nails at the tree bark, trying not to fall. He sat uneasily beside Ringo, who bit his lip, stifling a laugh. "Why did I agree to climb up so high?"

"Because you love me," He teased, leaning relaxed against the tree.

George chuckled. "Maybe I do."

Ringo blushed and playfully nudged his shoulder. "S-Shut up."

"Shit!" George took a hold of Ringo's wrist and gripped it. "D-Don't push me!"

"S-Sorry." He pulled him a little closer. "Shit, maybe this was a b-bad idea..."

"I'm gonna fucking fall," George wailed, eyes shut tight. "I'm going to fucking fall---"

"You aren't." Ringo reassured him as he pulled him back. "Look at me, yeah? All eyes on me, okay?"

He opened his brown eyes. Ringo bit his lip.

He leaned in a bit. "All eyes on me." He whispered, blue eyes on him.

George nodded. "All eyes on you." He turned to the right. He calmed down. "It's actually n-nice high up."

Ringo nodded, leaning his head on George's bony shoulder. He wasn't wearing his coat.

"Yeah," He agreed. The sun began to rise, orange, yellow, and red light spilling all over. He smiled. "It is."

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