He sees her approach before she speaks, catching movement in the periphery of his vision, but he only looks up when she asks that question. A small, careful smile on his lips, "'Course." he motions, vaguely, to the seat next to him. Lisa was never really denied much, where it came to Leonard; he just couldn't do it, most of the time.

There's still an edge of awkward tension coating the air between them. He needs to have a talk with her, too, but he doesn't even know how or where to begin. "What's up?" He sounds a lot more quietly casual than he feels.