Heracles sets down the plastic cat carrier by the door. He eyes his umbrella on the floor and sighs as his eyes flicker to Kiku, burrowing himself inside a cave of coats and hoods. Heracles shifts his weight from one foot to the other before he can't take it anymore.
"At least let me walk you to your your car," Heracles offers.
Kiku holds ever fast to his own obstinacy. "I appreciate your concern, but I can see myself out."
They share a glance towards the rain spattered window. Thunder cracks beside lightening like the sky is a shattered glass. Heracles wonders how long Kiku is going to hedge his offers.
"Rather me then the rain."
A shrug is his only assent. Heracles ignores Kiku's overblown indignity, opting to hold the umbrella open over the two of them to shield them from the storm.