Numbers raises an eyebrow, but allows Teddy to tuck their arm under his. He lets out a low grunt, then continues forward down the street. It feels weird, to say the least. Most trying to get in close physical contact with him are either people trying to hurt him or Wrench. This particular interaction is strangely neutral. He still seems a little uncomfortable, holding his arm stiffly at his side, unused to sustaining this level of contact with someone who’s still a relative stranger.

As Teddy describes their experience, Numbers keeps his gaze focused on the path ahead. He seems solely focused on getting them back to her house, making sure that she’s safe. His eyes occasionally dart to the side, watching for anyone else peering in their direction. He’s careful to keep pace with Teddy, trying to avoid dragging them forward.

“Makes sense to me.” A pause. “I think,” he continues, mouth twisting to the side. This place probably had dozens of other dumb tricks up its sleeves, given Numbers’ own death situation and Wrench somehow being ten years from the future. “Tell me what you saw.”