[He wonders what he's going to find when he rises up from the water. He wonders if he'll find Sousuke out of the water, sitting on the edge, or even halfway out the door. So when he opens his eyes and wipes the droplets from his cheeks, he's... relieved, he thinks, to see his shinki still standing where he left him. He doesn't know why he stayed. He could have left a long time ago, didn't even need to come down here with him in the first place. But here he is, watching him, staring at him... looking away once he probably realizes Rin's staring right back.

Rin isn't a mind reader and he's never really aspired to be one, but in this moment he wishes he could know what went through the other boy's head as he stood there alone, chest deep in the water. His exact thoughts, words, fears. Anything to explain why he looks the way he does. Ultimately, Rin holds his tongue, and with water cooling on his skin he crosses his arms over his torso and grabs the bottom hem of his shirt to start pulling it up over his head. The warm water should be relaxing, but more than anything it leaves his skin teeming with energy.]

I can send you back upstairs now. I know you're uncomfortable down here.

[he says as he squeezes excess water from his shirt and sets it aside on the floor. Back to Sousuke, a somewhat sad smile on his lips,]

If it's ok with you, I-- [A beat... then,] --I'm going to swim for a while.