The “What are you doing?” startles him enough that he sways, the dark ocean wide and looming far below, and Nile looks back over his shoulder at the tall, scruffy man a few feet back.
"None of your business," he snaps, but the blond man steps closer, holding out a hand like he’s trying to calm a spooked horse.
"It’s alright, you don’t have to jump," he says, and there’s something in his voice, the gentleness, perhaps, in his eyes, that has Nile hesitating, and ten seconds later he’s on his back on the deck, the man over him, panting with adrenaline, and Nile finds himself thinking he’s never seen eyes like that before.