[ Moving with the tug is a choice, although not one Tim would make if he didn’t trust Sam’s intent as playful.

Or flirty, but he’ll second guess that classification to oblivion.

Leaning down with the pull on his shirt shifts his center of gravity so far it’s precarious. Tim’s balance is good, by his skewed, over high standard, yes - but he’s bent nearly double. The squishy cushion beneath his feet makes his calves work overtime to keep him steady and keep him from dropping into Samil’s lap. ]

You’re doing a very good impression of someone who wants me to fall. If I fell from here, I don’t think I could get control of the fall before I landed on you.

[ He glances up - down? - at Sam’s legs, through his dangling hair. ]

So you’re warned.