[Technically he had shown up inside the tent, and he hadn't been certain just how she would react; it had been a calculated risk, but one that he'd ultimately decided had was worth taking. He'd needed to know, before things got too bad- to know if she was alright and to know his own feelings.]

Spontaneity is the pure expression of the soul. [His arms slide around her waist as she leans into him, and he tugs her gently flush up against him.] When the heart is free to act as it desires. Some of us jump into lakes. Others choose to lay naked on a rented bed.

[He kisses her playfully, a quick peck of the lips, and pushes off the rocky floor of the pool to drift them backwards. The fingers of his good hand are tingling with little pins and needles of renewed sensation and he can already feel the hot water started to ease some of the daily ache along the contact lines between flesh and cybernetics. It's a shame he doesn't float anymore, otherwise he would have been content to simply drift about.]