[ Six wouldn't have let him fall, anyway. Not when he's trying to get his other self to wake up.

He only grows more frustrated when the shaking spectacularly fails to get any kind of reaction. ]

Would you please-- [ He switches his grip from Eleven's shoulder to the front of Eleven's shirt, holding the fabric tight in his left fist. His right hand draws back to let him deliver an open-handed slap right across Eleven's face. He doesn't really hold anything back on this one, either. ] WAKE! UP!