"And the criminals making deals out in the open," he remarks, recalling his old apartment and the adventures he'd had living in it. He could have also mentioned the beggars and those slowly dying of consumption, but though he could make a bleak observation as much as the next person, he still has some tact.

"We're almost there, anyway," he mentions, nodding towards the next alley. "Dimera's not far from here."

The corners of his mouth twitch as their hands swing together. It's a small, simple gesture, but it makes him feel bubbly.