"Clarke."

He says it as he starts falling, so quiet he can barely even hear it himself, knows that it's an impossible ask, knows that Clarke is so far away and not listening out for his dumb ass taking on too much, going too far, doing everything he always does the way he always does, a little too reckless, a little too top volume until the moment he needs help.

"Got you," Clarke says, in the same moment he feels the arms around him.