[ In the very least, they were moving and away from the docks and the seedier part of town. Not that his apartment location fared much better but there were often those who kept an eye on the place to keep the worst of the riff raff away. There were usually bigger fish to fry a little ways down anyway with the 'hidden alleyways.' The few locations where people were more free to be 'who they were inside'. Given they kept an eye and ear out for the coppers, of course.

They were nearly at the street towards the apartment building when the guy started yanking and insisting on being okay. Sure, fella, he'll start believing you when you stop exclaiming about every little thing and swaying on your feet.

Giving a very familiar unimpressed look, he jerked his free hand forward. ]

Home sweet home if ya stop your yappin. Ya look like you could use a drink. [ A little bootleg moonshine that Bucky most certainly did not know he possessed. The guy worried far too much about his 'health' anytime he drank anything. ] Come on, put that spring in ya step and let's get a move on it.