The connection, the poke, the kiss -- all a perfect and distracting combination that made him laugh and smile. Syd continued that trend, especially the laughing, when she took advantage of the height, of a natural walking pace for him, and proved that yes! He had long legs and could be fast when he wasn't too busy tripping over himself. That she enjoyed it, was having fun with it, was good. An understatement, but there was no better word for it, really. They had to get their enjoyment out of this somewhere, and if his body could amuse her somehow? David was all for it.
"Oh hang on, lemme slow to a saunter," was the cheeky reply, decidedly slowing his own pace for a bit, just enjoying the scenery, walking both slow and with shorter legs. Only to finally meet up and link arms, from there finding a good matching pace to begin check ins. They were still each other by the time they got to Melanie's office, but he wasn't worried. Not yet.
Inside, Melanie-as-Rudy was cradling a cup of tea, none of which had been enjoyed, but she seemed to be finding some solace in simply holding it. Oliver-as-Ptonomy seemed to be lost in thought, grinning to himself, only snapping back to reality upon hearing the knock and seeing the two at the door.
"It's incredible," that accent was still there, still striking in how bizarre it was. "I remember everything, even all my time in the astral plane. It's like the residual fog was just... lifted." David hadn't even thought of that, brows lifting at the notion. Using Ptonomy's power, yeah, he supposed Oliver's memory would come back, all of it, in a rush and a flash. And from the looks of it, Melanie seeming much calmer, there'd been some reminiscing to ease her nerves.
"Doing okay?" He asked Melanie then, stepping in and fidgeting a little. "I'm uh, David." She wasn't around for the orientation, and motioning to his own body he added, "Syd."
Melanie nodded, taking a deep breath, tone forced into something even. "I'm trying my best not to break anything. Having something in my hands seems to make it easier. Keeps the focus." Shaking Rudy's head and putting on a brave face that was more easy to recognize as one with Rudy's expressions, eyes flitted between them. "And you? Syd," specifically, eyes going to Syd-as-David in concern, "Are you feeling all right? This is quite a display of power." She wanted to make sure it hadn't exhausted, caused sickness, or otherwise negatively effected the normally shorter, blond girl who was currently fidgeting (wringing hands, arms folding, shifting weight) just next to her.