[ Slightly embarrassingly, Nacho flails a little when Jesse corrects his footing. His arms shoot out to the side and he moves them in circles for a second or two before he manages to get his bearings again. But he doesn't fight Jesse, allowing Jesse to correct his footing until he realizes that... hey, yeah! That does feel more stable.
The increased feelings of stability engender relief and confidence, and it helps to think Jesse is watching out for him and will make sure he doesn't do anything too stupid. He looks at Jesse for confirmation that he's doing it right, mixed with a hint of gratitude for not just letting him fall. ]
Like that? Okay... [ Deep breath. He looks down at his feet. Then, back at Jesse. A shy, but happy, smile emerges. ] Thanks, man. Appreciate the help.
[ When Jesse steps back, Nacho feels a sense of unease, and he fights his instinct to read out to grab Jesse for balance. But no. He's not a fucking pussy. He can do this on his own. Or at least, he'll try to do it on his own. He wants to cling to Jesse for support, but he's not going to.
He does try very hard to listen to Jesse's words, though. Gentle. Don't scramble. Okay. He can do that.
Gentle motions come more easily to Nacho anyway; He takes a deep breath and very carefully pushes off. The board rolls. It's a little wobbly, and there's a moment of precariousness while Nacho slowly places his foot back on the board. There's no guarantee he'll make it, but somehow Nacho is able to gently, slowly guide the board about five or six feet.
It might not be much of an accomplishment, but Nacho is grinning as wide as he ever does when the board bumps lightly to a stop. Nacho slowly hops down, looking back over at Jesse with his exhilarated (for Nacho, anyway) expression. ]
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Date: 2023-11-26 04:07 am (UTC)The increased feelings of stability engender relief and confidence, and it helps to think Jesse is watching out for him and will make sure he doesn't do anything too stupid. He looks at Jesse for confirmation that he's doing it right, mixed with a hint of gratitude for not just letting him fall. ]
Like that? Okay... [ Deep breath. He looks down at his feet. Then, back at Jesse. A shy, but happy, smile emerges. ] Thanks, man. Appreciate the help.
[ When Jesse steps back, Nacho feels a sense of unease, and he fights his instinct to read out to grab Jesse for balance. But no. He's not a fucking pussy. He can do this on his own. Or at least, he'll try to do it on his own. He wants to cling to Jesse for support, but he's not going to.
He does try very hard to listen to Jesse's words, though. Gentle. Don't scramble. Okay. He can do that.
Gentle motions come more easily to Nacho anyway; He takes a deep breath and very carefully pushes off. The board rolls. It's a little wobbly, and there's a moment of precariousness while Nacho slowly places his foot back on the board. There's no guarantee he'll make it, but somehow Nacho is able to gently, slowly guide the board about five or six feet.
It might not be much of an accomplishment, but Nacho is grinning as wide as he ever does when the board bumps lightly to a stop. Nacho slowly hops down, looking back over at Jesse with his exhilarated (for Nacho, anyway) expression. ]
Look! Look! Check it out! I did it!