[ The thing is that Atsushi didn't even consider that Dazai might try to catch him if he fell, which isn't to say that he doesn't think that Dazai is capable of doing that sort of thing for someone— it's more that he doesn't expect people to do that for him, which is why a moment passes where he looks genuinely puzzled about the implication.

It passes, after which he offers a light laugh. ]

You know I'm sturdy, Dazai-san. I wouldn't ask you to catch me, because I'd probably be alright.

[ But again, he files this under 'things I finally found out about Dazai-san', and looks pleased with himself for being able to offer something onto the table— his strength, for one. His poor sense of self-worth makes it easy for him to put his neck on the line, really.

Turning back towards their exit, he squints up at the chute opening, watches a new stream of garbage fall a few feet over. ]

It looks like the chute we came in from opens once every five minutes or so. If we time things, I think we could both pass through at once...