All four men were on their feet, leaning toward him.

And the next time I met him, he leaned even more toward war.

She leaned toward him and put her hand on his.

She leaned toward him as he was about to say good night.

They sat, the old man leaning toward him across the table.

He leaned toward the door without actually taking a step.

She leaned toward the man and reached for his hand.

She leaned toward me, and I could see the fear in her eyes.

The last in line, she leaned toward the closed door.

She leaned toward him and he caught her in his arms.