Roger leaned against the rail, gripping its wood as the single solid thing in a world gone soft and nebulous.

Roger leaned forward and sniffed at his offspring's red-stained lips.

Moved by an impulse, Roger leaned forward and kissed her lightly between the brows.

Roger was leaning in the laboratory doorway, one hand behind his back.

After several moments, Roger moved across to the desk and leaned against it.

After closing the door to the hall, Roger sat at the desk, leaned back, and folded his arms.

Roger leaned forward and dipped his head to try to look Laurie in the eyes.

Roger leaned over to his side and pulled a long blade from his boot.

Roger leaned forward, taking hold of Jernmy's arm to compel his attention away from the emerald.

Roger leaned forward, to make himself heard above the noise from below.