[There's an instant of panic when Sean manages to dodge out of his grip, and the tunnel-vision that comes from it makes everything feel a little bit slower. He swings around the corner Sean disappeared at and only just manages to hurdle over the can as it rolls into his way.

He doesn't have much of a vertical leap, but it's more than enough for him to catch Sean on his way up the fire escape. He'd be impressed if Sean could haul both their weight up the ladder with just his hands, but he really doubts it, especially with momentum on his side. He swings with his arms wrapped around Sean's ankles, fingers twisted into his pantlegs to keep him from being shaken, or kicked, back off.]

You're only tacking more time onto your sentence, Sean. Get down and come quietly or I will have to put resisting on your record.

[He's panting, out of breath from the dead sprint he'd had to maintain long enough to get to this point.]