[ There's the give the soft breath against his lips as she whispers, that he was waiting for. Without waiting for more, he tugs on her, stepping back and expecting her to follow.
The bush was far too little cover and the tree, a possibility, but he stepped right past it, angling for the back of the nearest building. What he wanted was a flat surface, something to brace her against, to let her fall back on.
Except that he laughs, a snort almost as he trips over the edge of the path as he steps off. It's a distraction, an end game. He can barely remembers where he was going at all as he laughs again, his one free hand covering his mouth to stifle the sound. He remembered that much at least.