A/N: I added this disclaimer on AO3, but I guess I forgot to repeat it here: no matter how suggestive the prompts may seem, the drabbles themselves aren't going to be any more than corny cheesiness :P
Mr. Mime279: Thank you so much for your review! I also wish they had supports together (in fact, when I first saw them, I thought they would), but alas...
Thanks for reading, everyone!
They walk together in silence. She stares at the sidewalk before saying, "You don't step on the cracks either."
He looks at her, then realizes what she means. "Actually, I'm not opposed to it. But I'd rather not—they make my feet feel uneven."
"That's your reason?" Her mouth quirks. "Makes sense. You aren't superstitious."
"I was scared as a child," he admits. "Once, I made a misstep and rushed to find Mother."
"And that's when you stopped believing?"
"Correct." They walk a little further. "Why don't you step on them?"
She frowns. "Dad always jokes about old age and back problems. I don't want to jinx it."
"But he does more heavy lifting than men half his age!"
"Right? I know he says it to mess with me, but I—eep!"
She stumbles forward. Catching her by the waist, he pulls her into a hug. Her heart hammers in surprise.
"Are you alright?" he whispers.
"Yeah," she whispers back. "I think my feet tripped on something and..." She looks down to see them digging into a crevice.
They glance at each other.
"...Would it be silly if I called home?" she asks.
He shakes his head. "Not at all."
