You don't have to apologize at all. I don't enjoy seeing children with such sad faces, after all.

[He manages to stand up, brushing himself off with one hand as the other stays on Jon's shoulder. He's still bent over to be at his height, and his voice is very soft spoken, gentle but still confident. He'd be drowned out by the city noises if they weren't so close.]

Besides that, it seems like you might be the one who's in need of help. Are you running from something? Should I whisk you away and save you from some sort of danger? Fufu, but I'm not that type at all, so I don't think I could pull it off. I do believe I can walk with you, however.