[The problem is that, unfortunately, Haruki is right. Unlike in Camelot, there is little reason to be so abundantly cautious about who sees what. But the nagging, clandestine feeling remains.]

Or--I could find one of those contraptions. [He has seen umbrellas out and around.] Like a bird's wing, stretched in a circle. With one of those, I wouldn't have to try and hold my jacket over Arthur's head, in the rain.