"There, now." Eddie gave him a solitary pat on the other man's shoulder. The fact that it was just one probably made it seem more like an affectionate slap, and Eddie quickly hid his hand in his pocket. No need to accentuate any awkwardness, of course.

"I haven't a whole lot on me," he said -- mostly murmuring to himself as he examined the buttonless cloth showcased, with the unoffending hand. A quirk of his head, a closer examination, and he cursed his lockpick kit having mysteriously vanished upon his arrival.

It had only been in his interior blazer pocket.

"We could try tucking it beneath the collar? Might not chafe quite as badly as the leather's treating you already." Words delivered with a casual smirk, an expression trying to lighten the situation.

His hand froze on Gilbert's neck when he thought he heard an encore of hurried footsteps.