Eddie's hands were on Gilbert's now, trying to still them, trying to calm the man who so severely wanted that freedom.

"Gilbert, come now --" Eddie gripped at the other man's hands, his mouth forming a stern steel line. "Calm down! They're going to see you if--!"

Eddie's whisper was beheaded; footsteps echoed. His body tensed. He glanced up. The sound seemed to be above them, as if on top the roofs overhead. Perhaps their pursuers thought a better vantage point would help?

The deputy mayor pressed against Gilbert, pressing them both into the shadows against the alley way wall. His eyes remained upwards, waiting. Watching.