When Isaac holds on tighter this time, it's not to tease or to play, it's genuine worry for falling off. He closes his eyes tightly and grabs at Rene, refusing to let go. He needs to act tough, he knows, but jumping out of aeroplanes is very different than zooming along city streets, especially when it makes him forget other things.

He eases to his feet, a touch shaky, but stretches out. "What sort of good kind of trouble?" he asks, feeling a mild ping of jealousy he isn't even really permitted to, thinking of Rene having a good time with other people.