[His right hand is wrapped around the edge of the pool, at this point. Fingertips digging into it. That spot is sensitive, and Sam clearly knows it too well. Part of him is... a little jealous. How easy it is for Sam to just casually wind him up like this. How he doesn't even think about it.]
[Wouldn't it be nice, if Shiro could do the same?]
You know -- me.
[It does take a few moments more for him to pull together the composure necessary to answer him.]
no subject
[Wouldn't it be nice, if Shiro could do the same?]
You know -- me.
[It does take a few moments more for him to pull together the composure necessary to answer him.]
(What are you planning...?)