Oh god. Years? Now. [ he makes a face, then shrugs. leo's skin is warm and unyielding under his palm and after a moment he drops his hand. there's probably a dirt smudge left behind tbh. ] Where were you headed? Can I take you there?
[ this is a man who's been starved for attention and friendship so he's even more tactile than leo might remember. desperate to make conversation and keep hanging on any way he can, too. ]