"I mean, if I tried I would accumulate backlash very fast," she clarifies. Then she feels the buzz of her phone and glances down at him and his. "Or should I set you down so I can see what you sent me?" 

"I don't know what you're talking about, but that's clearly important esper correspondence."  Graceful dismount, if his noble steed will permit?

She will permit! 

She pulls her phone out of her skirt pocket once he's on his feet again.

-she giggles! 

"The question is, will they let me keep what I detect?" 

"Well, I won't tell anyone if you won't.  You find 'em, I'll dig 'em.  It's a revolutionary money-making scheme!  We just need a few dozen shovels."

"We can make a fortune off copper smuggling," she nods thoughtfully, and perhaps a little menacingly. "A real get rich quick scheme!" 

"And if anybody tries to stop us, well, you've got a straw and you know how to use it.  AND a hole for the bodies!"

"Ah," she realizes, "No, I left my straw at the restaurant. I will have to rely on yarn." 

"Alas.  Our smuggling enterprise is doomed.  The yarn is too obvious, it's too pretty and colorful."  Has Sara put her cell phone away by now?

It is currently going back in her skirt pocket. 

"Oh well. I'm sure we will come up with another scheme soon enough." 

In that case. Sara is going to be playfully scooped once her phone is safe.  Unless she resists.  Tim steps in front of her, lowers his center of gravity just a bit, hip-bumps her enough to put her off-balance, then scoooops her up!  Unless she resists, in which case boy howdy is this brief moment of confidence going to be due for a reversal.

Assuming Sara doesn't resist, she's going to be resting against his hip, like the first time they met.

"Eep!" She grabs him around the shoulders! "Tim!"

She's laughing, thankfully, and not resisting. No emergencies here!

"Sara?"  Just casually walking down the street with a business partner on his hip, this is a completely normal interaction.  If your job is 'professional cuddler and also superhero-in-training', anyway.  What a world.

She swats his opposite shoulder, "Oh, you know." She leans her head on his shoulder, though, resigning herself. 

"...if I fall asleep on you, you have to tuck me in on a nice fluffy pillow." 

"It's okay, I understand.  I wore you out.  You'll just have to train more if you want to carry me around, or ask me to help you cheat."  Tim tilts his head a little bit to improve total surface contact and slowly wander home.  He's in no rush, and they make it home perhaps forty minutes later with a few odd looks but no more cat-calling.

"Mhm..." 

She doesn't quite fall asleep, but she does doze a little. It's not even that late, and they barely did anything today, but it turns out that being side-carried around on a cool late autumn night can make a person sleepy. 

Tim is going to have to make a decision, and he's got plenty of time to do it.  Put her to bed, or let her snooze on the couch?  Pros for the couch: less intimate, I can be in the room with her if she wakes up.  Cons: What if she falls asleep and gets a crick in her neck or something?  Might be cold, bed is just comfier.  Hmmmm.  Sleepy Sara might feel him drawing on his backlash a little bit towards the end of the walk.

Carefully unlock the door.  Is Sara stirring?

Yeah, she's waking up a bit more. 

"Mm?" 

Soft murmur.  "Hey.  You wanna go to bed?  Or d'you think you'll be up for a while longer?"

"Mm..." She considers this. "Bed early? To wake early." 

"Okay.  Just relax, I'll take care of it for you."  Carry the eepy esper, use a tiiiinny smidge of strength to get up the stairs because It Has Been A Day.  Open the guest bedroom door.  Use a biiiit more strength to hold her in an awkward position while he unravels the edge of the blankets.  Set her down and assess if she's awake enough to actually take her own shoes off?  While holding a hand to the back of her neck for the last smidges of guiding he's going to need for the night.

She can kick her shoes off! That's a thing she can and will do, as well as socks. She does not enjoy socks as a general rule. 

"Staying?" She takes his wrist in one hand. "You still have a little backlash." 

"Just a few minutes, it's barely anything.  Let's get you comfy, hm?"  Lift up the blanket, tuck in the sleepy esper.  Should only be a few minutes to guide off his backlash, he had tried to keep it below net zero but carrying a fully-clothed esper is not, in point of fact, a position optimized for guiding.

"Mm." She pats his wrist. "Sweet Tim. Goodnight." 

"Um.  Th-" wrong language.

"Thank you.  You are as well very - nice."  Tim is capable of functioning despite lack of brainpower and can hold wrists until zeroed out.  Then he can retreat deliberately walk back to his office.