It felt good, the hand on his shoulder. The warmth, the touch, the proximity... Hartley's face relaxed a little with the sound, too, so it... wasn't too bad, right? He didn't want Piper to be upset, but it wasn't... he didn't think it a good time to ask what the problem was.

Instead, he smiled over his shoulder and led the way, only lingering a moment into the touch. (He was tempted to reach up and take Hartley's hand, but... well. Maybe when he knew who he was. Possibly.)

He headed down, easy step, and found the car soon enough. He slipped into the driver's seat, and turned off the engine.

"No way," he looked over to Hartley, and nodded to him to settle in the passenger seat, if he felt like it, "am I going to drive right now. No way."