Such a thing feels …like a fantasy, if I were to be truthful.

[But he will leave it at that. Hesitantly, he will reach out and take the umbrella. He thinks of refusing, but thinks better of it, if just for a moment. He gets another idea, instead.]

Very well. Please…

[He holds his arm out to him, looking up at him.]

We …shall go together then, yes? Hold onto me, and we can walk across.

[So you can have support without it looking super obvious, and he can help the person he know owes his life to, who he suspects strongly …he has bonded to.]