[At the very least, Church doesn't seem to be too scratched up from his tumble, even though his chin is a little red underneath the scruff of his beard. Though whether that's because of this fall or another one is up for debate.

At the very least when Maine offers a hand, he's able to grab onto it and hold on while his center of gravity is very abruptly shifted, legs almost buckling again as soon as he's up to put weight on them, but he manages to remember how knees work in time to keep himself upright.]

Yeah. Well. You better be. Getting run into by you is basically the same as getting hit by a bus, so--

[... wait. Wait no, hold on. Practice? He has to practice?!

All of a sudden, Church is grabbing onto Maine's arm with all the effectiveness of a butterfly trying to stop a rhino.]

Practice? What do you mean practice?! Why the hell do I have to practice? I'm fine with walking. It's just bullshit that I have to walk everywhere. So.

[He stops, plants his feet as well as he can, and narrows his eyes at Maine while raising his arms up. Like a child.]

Give me a piggy back ride, asshole.