For just a moment, Elvis looks up at her like he doesn't know what she's going on about, but it doesn't take him long to oblige, inching to the side as much as he can to make room for her on the swing beside him. These probably aren't built for more than one person, but he's sure they'll fit without making the thing break. She probably weighs hardly anything. (He thinks of Anabelle, perhaps the first time he's ever done so in direct relation to Effy, all her sharp angles, but he doesn't let himself linger. Nothing good would come of it, and in Effy he sees more of himself, anyway.)

"Alright," he says, not quite a laugh but something close to it, amusement evident in his voice all the same. "Here, sit, we'll give it a shot." Either it will work or it will fail miserably, and if it's the latter, at least they'll have tried, and it will probably be entertaining, anyway, the two of them trying to keep their balance. It's something, and any reminder that he has someone at his side is a good one.