"Right— right." John clings, clumsy and uncertain of where to put his hands. He takes a few unstable, fumbling steps before he figures out the rhythm and falls into a more measured pace. "This way. Ten steps to the right, past the smallest tree. Then continue straight."

Even he can tell that his companion is tense and uncomfortable. That suits John perfectly well: he doesn't enjoy this proximity either. Stiffly, he clears his throat.

"Thank you. Uh. For coming to help."