It's such a small thing, offering for help--Silver usually denies it, usually has to make a point. His disability is not a weakness, nor does he allow anyone to view it as such. He's fought and fought hard to be viewed as someone of power.

It's different, though, alone. And it's different with Benedict. He finds himself taking his hand, inhaling as he moves.

"Perhaps you should see to it that Max and I get home safely," he states, mischief in his eyes. Of course they'd be able to--crutch or not, Silver has a knife in his boot and another one in his jacket almost at all times.