Noooooo. They don't quite say this aloud, but it's communicated quite well in how they stubbornly slip out of his arms.

Literally. Like he's trying to hold onto a big ol' pile of slime, or Clayface, maybe. Except they're back to normal as soon as they land in one of those puddles, which are all about knee deep and soaks them to the bone when they splash down. Whatever.

"Maybe I can meet him later. I can keep me safe," they insist from their puddle seat.