"I hate this." Scotty says and frantically looks around him. What feels like thousands of pigeons has gathered on this square to be fed by tourists with cameras and SPF 2000.
"Oh, come here." Kevin takes his hand and supportively starts to walk through the crowd of hungry birds. "Just down there and one more block." Kevin points. He glances at Scotty, slightly behind him. Scotty makes an aggressive face towards a pigeon and looks like he will attack it.
"It'll be worth it, this is a shortcut." Kevin drags Scotty the last feet across the square and enters the narrow alleyway and lets go of his hand.
"What, now I'm not worth hanging on to?" Scotty asks, semi-insulted. "I'm still afraid of these morning hungry tourists. I think several of them are ready to kill to get a good photo."
Scotty glances around him and only sees old people walking with canes and cameras, walking by in slow-motion. He calms down and feels Kevin take his hand. He's drawn closer to a smiling Kevin.
"I know you can handle yourself. You lived in New York." Kevin explains, smiling at him. Scotty only smirks in reply, earning himself a kiss.