"No, I'm just going with what you said to make you happy," he huffed, working at pulling the ladder up enough for her to get away. He was pulling it up as quickly as he could. Leah had to keep in mind that he probably shouldn't have been pulling the ladder up, in his condition, to begin with, but he couldn't let the zombies get her.
Letting go with one hand long enough to move aside and let her finish climbing the way up, he leaned back down, once she was out of the way, to finish pulling the ladder back up.
Turning back to her, he managed a bit of a smile at her compliment, "thanks," he moved to follow behind her, reaching for the railing to help drag his ass up the stairs to the top of the building-- he was assuming that's where they were headed. The only way left to go was up, really.
"You did a pretty good job with that machete of yours too, you know. And when you kicked that one in the face? Fucking killer," That was a compliment. Once at the top of the building, and after he realized Leah was taking a moment to look around, he turned to sit down on an air conditioner unit to take a bit of a breather.
He was watching her, just in case she decided to continue on, he'd need to go with her, but he'd just glanced down to unzip his coat a bit more and glance down toward his side to make sure he hadn't ripped any stitches. That doctor guy had warned him about that, and it didn't sound pleasant at all. That's why he wasn't looking at her, when Leah decided to toss him the bottle of water. He was busy feeling at his side to make sure he wasn't bleeding.
Oh, he'd just given another look back up at Leah, realizing she wanted to toss the bottle at him. He caught it, and held it up, "thank you." A drink of water sounded incredibly fantastic at the moment. Taking the cap off, he brought it up to take a decent sized drink, but certainly not all of it. It was hers after all. He was just lucky she was offering to share.
"Ah.. no," he shook his head, "you shouldn't stop on my account. I don't want to keep you; I've already ruined enough of your evening as it is," he put the cap back on the water and set it next to himself on the A/C unit, his arm going back to protectively hold at his side.
"Thank you, by the way. For helping me out of there," he meant it. Even if she might not have believed him. "And the antibiotics."