[One tug is all it takes to get the doctor moving-- despite that he's quite the extrovert himself, he isn't blind to the magician's opposing need for quiet spaces, for moments of relative calm. And so he comes along easily enough, and when he feels the slight pressure of the younger man against his side he relinquishes his hold on his hand, only to sling one long arm casually about his shoulders instead.

It's...grounding, to have him here. Takes some of the edge off all the strangeness, the sudden plunge into something so far removed from the situation he'd been in just a few scant hours before. And whilst he elevator gives him pause (reasons, dark memories, though this really is quite different) he steps inside anyway, releases Thistle, leans back loose and boneless against one wall.]

Far be it from me to deny my dominant the pleasure of the company of his submissive.

[He says it with a lewd lift of an eyebrow, the wink of his one good eye which...is a slightly comical sight from someone wearing an eyepatch.]

In all serious though...it would be nice. Not to be alone, um, in a strange place. And all that.