T/W: Foul Language, Mature Themes
Penn was starting to wonder why every single moment of his existence at Nathan's side resulted in a life-or-death scenario. Or the fact that he, a Sargent with almost ten years in the military, had to consistently get piggyback rides from a man who looked like a labradoodle. He was wondering if his shame threshold was even normal at this point.
Especially since right now, he was benignly whipped around as if he had climbed on top of a figure skater who was trying to shake him off. He was glad no one was there to witness such a humiliating situation. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes, though he wasn't sure if it was from the cold or the thought of being seen like this.
"Nathan," Penn called from the Esper's shoulders. "Can we not spin so much? I don't want to puke on you."