A sad frown appeared as Ganymede declined, leaving Valhalla to glance awkwardly away and feel like a jerk for screwing things up... Things that had been perfectly okay to begin with, but because he was being a coward and didn't know what he wanted out of his life, he was just... being stupid... or something.

"Right..." he mumbled, trying to ignore the fact that he was completely soaked. They needed to power down, anyway. It wouldn't be worth drawing another youma to their combined energies, not after the difficulties the last one gave them. He needed some time to regain his magic, too...

Valhalla took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, the fur and leather and chainmail fading away to be replaced by Chris's typical attire of a polo and khakis. He waited until Ganymede had done the same before nodding to him in agreement.

"Okay... I'll walk you home," he confirmed, turning to head in the direction of the roads and away from the park. After a few moments, Chris reached over to take hold of Paris's hand, giving it what he hoped was a comforting squeeze.

After everything, it was good to know they still had each other as a form of support.