He felt a deep seated sense of gratefulness that Jim didn't say anything. Leonard kept his mind on solid ground by not thinking too deeply on anything. He didn't want to feel or think about anything but getting the task done. So when they finally finished up, he felt a little dizzy when he turned to find Jim's hand offered to him. Breathing in slowly, he stared at Jim's hand before closing his eyes and sliding his own in it.

He needed the contact. Needed the support more than he wanted to admit it and felt damn guilty for feeding off of it from Jim. But at the same time, he tried not to think about if anyone was outside that door that might see him clinging to Jim's hand like a child or worse, a lovesick teenager. Cause god knew he'd be starin' at the man like he was everything in the universe to him. Like he already was now.

Leonard hadn't even realized how intently he was starin' at Jim until he had to take a breath from holding it too long. Ducking his head, he finally nodded and squeezed his hand softly. "Yeah. Let's go." After a moment's thought, he pulled Jim gently toward the door so he didn't have to do everything and finally took a deep breath before opening it and pulling them both through. He needed to prove it to himself that he could, and he didn't want Jim thinking he was pushing him.

But he did tighten his grip on his hand because he needed him. Needed him to be there so he didn't suddenly step back and disappear into the darkness of his office.