[ He likes that. The sensation of her touch against his head, the tug and the softness through his hair. He likes it very much, and he closes his eyes, lets himself sink into it. Doesn't even recognize he's wet anymore, just that he's with her, just that he's safe and they're secluded and this is their own little place they've found at the end of the game. ]

...I did. [ Like a dawning realization. Like he'd forgotten - he had forgotten - all about it. ] Semi-drenched. Couldn't stick around long. You know. The shouting. They were drawing a crowd, couldn't get caught.