"Yeah, sure. Absolutely." He helped her up the stairs -- but not TOO much, she was apt to get feisty if she thought he was being too solicitous.
His mind was racing. She'd picked him. Sure, they were friends, and sure, he lived closer. But...did this mean something else? And why should he be even thinking of anything else, for shame, he told himself. She was hurt. Not the time for him to be thinking about himself, if he even knew what it was he was thinking, which he did not.
"Here we go." He'd left the door to his flat wide open, since he'd taken the stairs at such a run.