Josh stood up suddenly, taking the picnic basket with him and extended a hand to help Godfrey up. "Come on, foxbutt. Let's get outta here." He didn't want to stay here anymore, as if leaving the Park he could leave the conversation behind. Or at least get away from the feeling that they were being listened to.
He hoisted Godfrey up, holding his hand. Perhaps a bit more tightly than when they had arrived.
