The touch, though brief, reassures him. Ozymandias's thinking is correct, though Waver hasn't had the chance to examine it in his own mind: it's a relief to be able to rely on him, to only have to keep track of him and follow rather than having to navigate all this on his own, with the overwhelming sounds and smells and worry. His instincts tell him to run or fight, but there is also the instinct to follow. Protect. Not that he's doing much protecting right now, but in a way it's easier, with the beast snarling inside his head, to lean into the feeling. It's not a conscious decision.

Waver pauses when Ozymandias does and makes no attempt to keep running, no argument. He's not even looking out onto the street; after getting a look at why they stopped, he turns his face back up, watching Ozymandias.

And then they're moving again. He keeps up, though he has to move faster at his stature, focus narrowing on Ozymandias's hand on his back leading him along.

They're easily caught up in the crowd vacating the street, thinning though it is. Like this, they look like they 'fit in' too -- a Witch with his pet, perhaps, and no one pays attention to them long enough to notice any inconsistencies in the immediate likely assumption.