"Perhaps. We wouldn't want you tripping over your own two feet."

Instead of somebody else's? Not quite. There is pleasure and excitement in both scenarios, each providing a different sense of satisfaction than the other. He narrows his own eyes, distrusting that open hand of friendship before making room. Reserved. Reclusive. Restraining himself from becoming a spectacle. He taps the wall with his hand, encouraging the man to join him.

But he does shuffle a little to make himself some room.