“You really need to see this, man,” he told Leon, who was hanging back. “It’s cathartic.”
“No thanks,” Leon refused. “I prefer therapy in any form that doesn’t involve plunging to my death.”
“Dude, this thing has been standing since like the 1600 s. I hardly think it’s going to give way now. And no maniacal ghost is going to push you over. Don’t be such a pansy.”
“I’m fine right here.” Leon had always been a little squeamish about heights. He wouldn’t sit by the window on an airplane, he rarely stood on balconies over one story high. It wasn’t a crippling phobia, but rather more of a healthy respect and avoidance whenever possible. After taking ...