Just that small touch is enough to make him slow, though stopping again is far from his mind. He doesn't really want Natalie to go, but he's getting so tired of this... whatever this is. They're not friends, not enemies... not dating, though they're both clearly interested. It's enough to make his head swim.

"Why?" Leo asks suddenly, once they're halfway down the hall. Part of him is shouting 'Red alert!", yelling that he shouldn't be asking anything like that at the moment, while another is ordering him to just accept the help for once, just go back to the dormitory and sleep it off, but he isn't inclined to listen to either. What'll it even matter, come the morning?