"My last-?" He cut himself off shortly when he saw what Wembley was doing right before he did it. A brief war between instinct to run and instinct to not let Wembley hurt humself had Gobo in a brief awkward split, that had the resulting catch mostly being Wembley landing on him and pushing him to the ground.

Then again, with their similar sizes that would've been the end result anyway.

He lay there stunned a moment, then laughed lightly and looked up at him. "Hello."