[Though she had promised to treat him to drinks earlier to make up for their missed lunch, he still catches himself reaching for his wallet out of habit, but corrects himself and offers her an appreciative smile as she settles their tab. He pulls the strap of his bag over his shoulder as he gets to his feet, and for a moment, he's tempted to offer her his arm— if their being friends was as clear-cut as his friendship with Tara was, then he would have done so without hesitation, but the fact that it isn't makes him think better of it, even if there's a flutter of disappointment in his chest as he decides against it.]

Gladly. I would be poor company indeed if I let you walk out into the evening on your own.

[She's fully capable, of course, but... it seems a shame to simply part ways at the bar when they could have at least a few more minutes to chat, and his good manners make it impossible to avoid making such an offer altogether.

It's still early evening when they step outside, though the next day will start early for the both of them, making it late enough that home is certainly the right call.]

Lead the way, and I will happily escort you.