Marius keeps his pace slow and steady, well aware of Rat's exhaustion by the way he carries himself, head low as he slouches forward. It looks to Marius like a defensive stance; he aches to see the other man in such a state.

He takes him down a narrow side street, much how they used to build roads in Paris. It's filled with shadows and garbage, and, truth be told, it's one of Marius' favorite routes for how much it reminds him of home.

He glances down when Rat's hand bumps against his; he doesn't even think when he reaches out, taking Rat's hand in his.