"Thanks."

He stands.

"That's enough emotions for one day. We should keep walking."

He laughs. "Lead the way."

They walk away from the cliff and deeper into the trees.

"I used to be really nimble. I loved to climb trees. It was the one thing my dad really let me do alone. Even after this nasty fall, I was in the hospital for a few days."

"'Used to be'?"

"I'm still athletic, I guess. I don't climb trees anymore."

"Why not?"

"People usually stop that when they grow up. I might not even remember how."

"Let's do it now! Plenty of trees around here."

Any climbable ones?

If they try hard and believe in themselves!

There are a few trees with low branches.

He picks one at near-random and makes a beeline for it.

The tree fails to resist him. It is thoroughly climbable.

"Come on, you, too!" Sadde calls.

He's hardly going to say no. This is mostly his fault.

No reason not to make it competitive. He tries to climb faster than Sadde.

Well Sadde's fit but Alistair's probably fitter.

Probably.

Does he get some sort of prize? He looks like he wants some kind of prize.

Does he? And what might this prize be?

It's anyone's guess.

Maybe Sadde should lean in. He might whisper it.

Oh he can do that, he's very curious.

Alistair kisses him like a dehydrated man given a sip of water. 

Oh so is this how he gets Alistair going, hm? He kisses back quite eagerly.

Alistair does purr, nor moan. He's better than that. That would be undignified. Whatever humming sound he's making is definitely indicating enjoyment, though.

Sadde will contain himself and only make soft similarly hum-y noises.

What a symbiotic relationship they're forming.

They can carry on like this for some time. It's quiet up here.

If Alistair doesn't have anywhere else to go, yes, they can.

They spend quite a bit of daylight like that, then.

Eventually, they ought to get back.