Andrew would absolutely not approve of any plans to slip under cars. Every moment that goes by has him imagining someone seeing him and taking an unhealthy interest, or Daine taking off at a higher speed and dumping him, or him getting scraped off on something.

And then they stop again. Readjusting once more, Andrew lifts his head to look around at the intersection. "Rassilon," he mutters, seeing the problem. "Don't run," he requests, worried.