[ Peter, in fact, doesn't have a spare umbrella, but the one that he does have is big enough to cover two people fairly comfortably -- or, perhaps, one person that happened to be the size of two teenagers. -- and what kind of person would he be to leave a (very pretty) girl to suffer in the pouring rain?

Certainly, no one worthy of the self-imposed title of friendly neighborhood anything. ] I don't, no. But...

[ His eyes flit to the stag walking with her, its fixed gaze on him causing the teenager to shift a little awkwardly. ] we could both probably fit under this one. If you want. [ A beat. ] Or if you don't. [ Another beat. ] It's whatever. Up to you.