There was a tangible difference to be felt in having a second hand present. It was a simply solution, but it seemed to have a desired effect. There were memories tied with a gesture like this. He recalled how once, a long time ago, Rose had held his hand like this. That made for a nostalgic memory, but one he didn't care to explore. There was never any comfort to dwell on the past. For all the long years he had lived, he often thought it might have been easier to simply take on a blank slate and erase all the miles behind.

He shook his head. "You ain't the one who went tumbling." Much as it might have helped to scout ahead, he did not feel the pressing need to do so. The one thing he didn't regenerate was energy. His stamina might have been greater than most, but even he needed to rest. "The city'll keep. We could both use the sleep."