The walk had been hours long, and his head was still as full as it'd been when he first left his apartment. Oswin was gone, perhaps long gone, from the place where he'd last spoken to her. Fists shoved into the front pockets of the foreign clothing he had now adopted, he kept walking the streets - maybe looking for Oswin, and maybe just looking for a little clarity.
He hadn't been looking for anyone else, but he found one -- a strange, and somewhat lost man, straight ahead of him, calling up to the sky. Leto smiled faintly and picked up the pace.
"Hey," he called, while he was still a ways off. "Are you all right?"