He was sweating and out of breath, standing at her door and feeling ridiculous in a way that was completely new to him.

"I..." He glanced back the way he'd come. "I ran," he admitted uselessly, coughing out a laugh as he took a lurching step towards her.

The night was cool, and standing in the open doorway, he could see goosebumps scattered across her chest, her hair spilling loose around her face. Without giving himself the chance to doubt his actions— though he knew without question that this was the right path, he set a hand to her waist, stooping to rest his forehead against her own as he walked her backward into the apartment.