The man stiffened at first. He was considerably shorter than Thomas, fitting against his length. Leon’s hair tickled his chin, his bound hands between their bodies stopping them from curving more naturally together. Thomas waited until Leon exhaled, but it was the stretching of his fingers that came rather than a shift elsewhere. The knuckles brushed over Grady’s coat. Then brushed over it again.
“My hands are numb,” Leon said.
“Yeah, I bet they are. Can’t untie you, though.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” He paused. “I wouldn’t get ten yards on this foot.”
“I noticed you were favoring it on the train. What did you do to it?”
“Broke it. Then was too stubborn to get it set soon enough.” He chuckled, though if it wasn’t from the sound, Thomas would’ve thought it was more shivering. “That probably doesn’t surprise you.”
“Not in the least. Sounds like you’re going to be lamed up for a while. Does it always hurt?”