"Of course I won't drop you. Not unless you drop me." Sadly, true. But not a matter of trust, but because he had to win. If he was being a big enough pest, then he probably would have.

But when Dylan began to relax, something warmed in him again, and he pulled his friend back to standing. Finally he put one hand on his shoulder, the other one his waist, and gave him a more genuine smile. "I think this is how we're supposed to do it. So that we don't have to keep shifting whenever we alternate."