Blaine was actually a welcome sight, even with only one eye open. At least if something did happen, he still trusted, without a doubt, that Blaine wouldn't let him die.

Laughing nervously, he slowly let go of the tree trunk. "That's really easy for you to say when you can literally fly." He paused, swallowed, and took a deep breath. "I know. But maybe I should sit this one out? Maybe I'm-" he did it, he did the worst thing. He looked down. And then he was hugging the tree again.