They awoke early, neither saying a word about what had transpired, as if preferring to forget it entirely. This was about as true as it got. Purple walked at least five feet behind his superior, eyes scanning the ground for any large insects that might sneak up on him, pushing the night's events away when they wormed their way into his thoughts which were ashamedly quite often. He just couldn't get the moment out of his head. What had come over him he would never know but, then Red didn't have to give in. Could've just walked away and left him to his misery. But, he'd agreed, laying down next to him and holding Purple so close…now his antenna buzzed with the feel of the other's steady spooch beat, and very faintly there was a scent now on his skin, in the wind.

It was rugged. Very musky, and clean and it reminded him of sitting next to a fire on cold nights. Purple shivered. It was obviously Red. Red smelled like that. And it was very stupid of him to remember that smell. But, it was so hard to ignore when it seemed to be everywhere at the moment.

Red fought the urge to growl and kick at any object in his way as it would absolutely destroy the cool façade he had on at the moment. What was a matter with him? Why had he tried to comfort that cretin? It was so odd. Almost as if it had happened against his will. The second he'd glimpsed the unleashed tears that were in the violet depths…he'd been unable to stop himself. And that was scary as hell. Red prided himself on his control. It was what made him a good captain, a brilliant commander.

Up ahead there was what appeared to be a cliff. Walking quickly, Red got to the edge of it and looked down. It seemed like it was the best way to go. There wasn't any other way really either. If they went to the bottom of this thing there were more hiding places and perhaps nutrients. But, even as he tried to keep himself distant from the situation, Red noticed it was really, really high and deep in his spooch that fact had it twisting nervously.

Purple realized that Red had stopped and he slowed down, to come over and investigate. Ah. It was obvious what the man had planned. Purple quickly estimated how far it was to the ground. About thirty feet or so. Which meant in order to make a good landing he would have to get at least a ten feet running start and then land at a fourteen degree angle, feet apart by ten inches? Nodding, he backed up and up and up. Then he started to run…

Red heard the other back up, thinking that he was frightened, Red sighed and turned to try to resure him that they would find a way down without having to jump. But, all he saw was a purple blur. His mouth dropped open as he spun around to watch the moron land at the bottom gracefully, asorbing the impact easily before standing to glance up at Red.

Said irken was still standing with mouth agape. Never in his hundred years of training had he ever been taught how to do that. Never would he have wanted to learn how to do that. Red wasn't afraid of the dark, or of venomous spiders or even flesh eating, knife wielding creatures but heights…well heights made him a bit anxious. He shut his mouth and glared down at the Irken.

Purple decided now would be a good time to break their self imposed silence. "Coming, Commander?" Violet eyes noted how the male seemed to shuffle nervously, eyes darting about as if searching for another way. Red was afraid of heights?

"Shut-up. I'm coming, I'm coming…I just don't see the need to throw myself over the ledge like a idiot and just assume that I'll land okay." He mocked, crossing his arms. Purple rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in a mocking gesture.

"I knew what I was doing. This isn't the first time I've jumped off a tall place and come out alive. Come on. If you're so superior, jump." Red bared his teeth, and threw the solider a rather inappropriate irken hand sign. It just made Purple roll his eyes. But, it made Red feel a little better.

Red backed up and up and ran, his spooch pumping erratically he got to the edge and stopped himself, scrambling backwards, biting out curses. Impossible. It was too high. "I-I can't. I just can't."

Purple winced at the harsh stop, antenna falling back at the almost desperate tone in Red's voice. He scrubbed a hand down his face and sighed. Licking his lips, Purple walked closer and held out his arms. "Okay, Red. It's okay. Take a deep breath. Now look at me." Red stopped his panicking to take in the smoothing sound of Purple's voice, eyes narrowing on the open arms almost as much as the order. Still he obeyed, taking in a deep gulp of air. "Okay. Good. Now, I need you to trust me. You're just going to step off the cliff, okay? And I'll catch you."

Red frowned. As if. Did the solider think he was insane as well as a pussy? There was no way he was trusting that cretin…"And why should I do that?" Purple's expression almost matched that of Red but he pushed it down.

"Because…I trusted you last night." That took the Captain aback, his mouth slamming shut with any sly comment that might've been made. "And if we're going to survive this we have to trust each other…I won't let you fall okay? I'll catch you…" Red bit his lip and groaned, feeling more fear rise up in his spooch but he nodded. That surprised them both. It was like a door opening.

"Alright." He replied, gruffly. "I trust you." Purple fought the stupid urge to…smile? Yes, the corners of his mouth were twitching. It wasn't funny…it was just…really…nice? Think about it later. Now, concentrate on catching that idiot.

Red took a deep breath, glanced one time down at Purple who held his arms open for the other and then shut them tight before stepping off the cliff. There was the scary feeling of weightlessness, his spooch rising up into his throat as he fell.

Purple prepared his knees, holding his breath because he knew it would be knocked from him anyway. Red gasped when he crashed into the firm hold of the other irken, admitting that he really hadn't been sure if he would follow through. They both fell to the ground from the impact but, Red was safe.

Purple took in air after it had been thrown from him as predicted, arms still locked around his partner, feeling a bit relieved himself. For a few seconds neither of them moved, still basking in the success. It really wasn't that big of a deal, Purple thought. But, when Red finally moved to pull away and smile a really thin smile, he felt like pumping his fist at the glimmering of trust that now shone in the maroon depths.