He would get off and walk, but he's sort of worried she won't notice and she'll take off without him. Or someone will move their car, or spot the pair of them, and they'll need to bolt and he won't be on her back when it happens. Not that he'd stay on if she bolted, but he likes to think he could.

And thanks, Daine, now the entire world is vibrating. It's...oddly soothing? But not really helping him keep his grip. Andrew realizes too late he's sliding to one side, tries to shift back on top of her, and tumbles to the pavement.

"Wait!"