He barely does. Just the brush of his hand on her back, a contact that rushes a tingle through him. Every touch feels more underwater, he thinks. There's an intimacy to it.

This is the first time it occurs to him that this might be getting too close.

"See?" But he's smiling, and this is the best he's felt in weeks. He feels lighter, both inside himself and outside with the buoyancy of the water.