[Luckily, he is twiggy, and he does his best to help instead of hinder. There's a bit of struggle for both of them, but they make it. Stanley stumbles forward instead of sitting down and presses his hands to the wall, bracing against the feeling. They're slick with sweat and they slide until his head is pressed to the wall too. The breathing thing still isn't going well. It kind of hurts. Breathing isn't supposed to hurt.]
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