[ Don't worry, he's jogging to a stop midway down the alley after casting a glance over his shoulder just to make sure they weren't followed. His footsteps are a bit more ginger than usual since they're a strange mix of painful and numb, but he's fine. They just really need to find shoes... and money...

He turns to Shouto, reaching for his other hand and tugging him towards him. ]

Sorry. [ He says it much more gently, apologetic. ] I just wanted to make sure we got away.

In this sort of place, if this is actually real and what I remember... [ He hesitates. ]

It's better if we don't get noticed. Or caught by the police.