[Scare tactics, Kouyuki tells himself. That's what this is. And he's familiar enough with them, having tried more than once to use similar methods to play pranks on friends in the past. This isn't anything more than that. Because, for as large and frightening-looking as Gabe was, he would never hurt anybody. Would he...? He was a disciplined athlete, someone worthy of trust, not fear. And yet...

There's that sinking, churning nausea in the pit of his stomach again. That crawling beneath his skin. Like what he's hearing isn't a lie, and no matter how much he wants to refuse it, he knows that he can't.

But what he has control over, what he can refuse, is that offer.

He gazes at that arm, and then up at the older man's face, his own hardening, jaw setting stubbornly as he lowers his umbrella and begins closing it up. The rain hasn't lessened, but he has a point to make. One that can afford drooping hair.]

Hmm...but that's what happens when you don't think. You get hurt. Or hurt other people.

[He's a fine one to talk, but without anyone around who can point that out, he's just gonna keep on rolling! And do his best for now not to think too much about who exactly Gabe attacked. And if they are alright or not. He hopes so...]

Anyway, I'm not going to run, I've got to stay and protect my own family. So here. [He holds out his umbrella, the end dripping with rain water as still more rain beads off the canopy overhead and down upon them.] You need this more than I do.

Since you obviously don't know how to look after yourself.