When she suggested that she walk alone, he shook his head. "I'm sorry, Isobel, but I must insist that I accompany you." It was clear that she was just seconds from shattering, and he wouldn't allow that to happen on her way upstairs. She would reach her apartment unharmed, and if she needed to collapse, she could do it there.
Not taking "no" for an answer, he lead her out of his apartment and began to climb the stairs. After a few moments of debate, he gently took her hand, holding it firmly. He couldn't deny there was a bittersweet warmth in his stomach at the sensation of her palm in his, but he suppressed it. This was a practical gesture, to ensure that she didn't get lost int he darkness as they made their way up to the ninth floor.