[Well, this is going in a different direction than expected. Taashath makes a tiny noise of discontent when Oren moves, but takes the opportunity to adjust how he's snuggled up, angled more for looking at Oren than merging with his shoulder.]

Yes? Oren, when we were 15 you held an umbrella over me so I wouldn't get wet during a fire drill. It was like something out of a romantic movie, and you didn't even make a big deal out of it, like it was just something people do.

[He doesn't seem embarrassed now, somewhere between fond and genuine disbelief.]