He grabbed his hand and was pulled up with little effort from his side. They stood their awkwardly, at least for him, he couldn't speak for anyone else, could hardly speak for himself.

"So, uh, thanks again I guess…" He sighed, staring at the guy, who didn't seem in a hurry to leave. "Sorry, I'm new to these things, what exactly do I do here?"

He turned back to the edge of the building, not really regretting being saved per say. Just regretting that he hadn't managed to inspire anyone or himself for that matter. Maybe one day it would all fix itself, he was being over dramatic. That's what made him an artist right? Drama. He rolled his eyes and turned back to his savior.