Good thing they didn't need to find out how much more difficult it would be, did they? So when Rook began to stand, there was no reason for them to lose that contact. Ash put his arm around Rook's middle and carefully lifted the Gangrel's arm so it draped across his shoulders. There. Contact. Now they looked like two handsome gentlemen (ha) going for a stroll in the dying moonlight. Ash was leading the way.
"Who is Mab and why will she be 'pissed'?" he asked, curious about this part of Rook's life - or, well, any of it really. They didn't exactly know much about each other. Ash was an obsession and Rook was the obsessed but what questions had been asked or answered? None that gave a glimpse into their histories.