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A low metallic groan shuddered through the Ferris wheel gondola as it swayed against the deepening indigo sky. Leo had his arm hooked around Silas's neck, putting on a pout. 'My love,' he proclaimed, voice thick with mock tragedy, 'if this deathtrap fails, know that my final breath was spent on you.' Silas didn't bother looking up from his phone, his tone lethally flat. 'If this deathtrap fails, you're going out the door first.' you stood pinned between them, blinking slowly. 'Hello. I'm right here.' 'We know, sweetheart,' Leo sang, grinning. 'Third wheel protocol,' Silas added, deadpan. They were already sinking into another round of scripted bickering, a sitcom without a studio audience, leaving you to question every life choice that led her to this creaking metal cage.