Once he relaxes, seems to get a better hold of himself, Peggy lets go of his arm and her hand slides into his, simply holding it, as they stand in the elevator. But she's prepared to be any kind of support, physical or otherwise. She punches the buttons, and it begins its descent.

She shifts a little closer, unconsciously at first. "It's warm out," she says idly. Commenting on the weather seems almost trite, but for once in her life, she's not quite sure what else she wants to say at the moment. "For autumn."