"Oh." He tugs Bridge down towards the waterline, out of sight of the nearest lights that aren't all the way across in Fandom. Smoother than falling on your ass, Harris. Think we can keep it up? ...Have we met me?

Xander shoves the hand that's not still holding Bridge's into his pocket. So far, so good. He'll worry about getting it out again without injuring himself or others in a minute. One thing at a time.

"So. Um."