it is taking all the willpower i have not to just fucking throw this.

He's not wrong.

She steadies it, making sure he doesn't. We could go down to the gym; it'd be good practice. 

can you throw me with the force.

She giggles. Yeah. Bet it won't take you long to figure out how to stop me, though.

i promise i'll do my best even though it'll make you throw me less.

It's not like you can't let me, once you know how.

She scoops him up and plants a kiss on his forehead. "We're going to the gym, Love, you can join us if you'd like."

    "Yes, Ma'am."

And off they go, though she puts him down before they reach the public hallway - appearances are important, unfortunately.

Someday soon they'll be able to carry each other however much they damn well please.

In the meantime he'll just imagine that as they walk down the hall. And imagine being thrown, too.

They will, it'll be great.

Halfway down the corridor she catches his heel when he goes to lift his foot, well prepared to steady him from the resulting stumble.

–woop.

He goes down, but aside from the initial jolt he doesn't even startle – he expects to be caught.

He falls for a moment, but halfway to the ground she catches him, with telekinesis like landing on an overstuffed pillow that pushes him back to his feet. "You all right?"

"...yeah. Just tripped."

you did that on purpose.

I most certainly did.

i guess i have to learn to stop that too.

She can just push him however she wants. It's amazing.

Yeah, she can.

There's a class going on when they get to the gym; a dozen Dorfu and an instructor leading them through some sort of rehabilitative exercise program. They're only taking up half the room, though it'll disturb them if they use the other half too vigorously.

this seems like the wrong time to throw me across the room.

His disappointment is palpable.

Yeah. She's not thrilled, either; there's a brief temptation to just order them all out, quickly overruled by the awareness that he wants to play nice, here. We can still get some practice in, I bet they won't be too long.

bigger audience doesn't sound bad.

There's a flicker of an old excitement.

He's very cute.

There's a rack of exercise balls against the back wall; she gestures, and the largest one - it's heavy, its core full of weighted pellets, and both the mass and the size will help him get hold of it - hops out and makes a neat arc through the air to land at his feet. (The group's leader gawks; the rest of them weren't in a position to see what happened, but a few turn to follow her gaze.)

Oh, fun.

He gets hold of it, pulls it up into the air, and sends it flying her way.

She grabs it when it gets close, and sends it arcing behind her back - showing off, a little; using telekinesis on something you can't see is more difficult, though not too hard if you already have hold of it - and sends it back to him.

Nice.

He catches it, rolls it forward over the ground – it's harder to keep hold of it like this but it helps that if his grip slips it has momentum carrying it forward – and makes it leap up towards her once it's close enough.

Not bad. She dodges, gently disrupting his hold as she does so that she can put the ball on the mat and roll it back to him. Rotating objects is easier with a looser grip, but you'll need a little more practice before you can do it reliably.

(The teacher tries to get her class back on track, with very limited success.)

guess that's what we're here for, right?

He stops the ball, sits down on it, and grins at her.

Yup.

She grins back, and then gestures, and he and the ball rise a couple handspans into the air. Can you see how you'd stop me?

He can't help laughing when they float up into midair.

uh – i think i see the     the thing, hold on –

It's not just exerting force back, he thinks. There's a connection there – he pushes at it, not enough that he thinks it'll send him dropping but enough to feel.

(He doesn't touch the place where they're exerting the force in the first place. That'd be cheating.)