[ to his credit, after a moment, he'll go still. letting himself sink down into the water what's temperature he couldn't tell--but given how pink his skin is turning, he has an idea. It's weird being in water with his PJ pants on--but it's not like he can really feel the sensation of them sticking to him, so it's easy enough to ignore as the pressure on his arm becomes apparent.

His eyes soften by a degree and he looks at the other as Gil rests his head against him, and he'll be brave enough to raise a hand to drag fingers through gil's hair, not caring how wet his fingers is as he trails them through golden hair that turns darker as water soaks into the strands. ]

I can't help it. I'm used to being able to understand what people are thinking or doing at any given time. I've --yanno. Had t'do it. For years. To be able to sus out who I could trust and whatnot.

With you, you're just--such a complete mystery, It's just.
Exciting, being near you.
Fun, being around you.

Little ol' me isn't trying to assume how you feel, but uh.
It gets real confusing when you act angry and grousy at me when I do something you don't like. Complete with telling me to get out of your house or that I'm not allowed t'call you my boyfriend.
But then get all soft and gentle on me like this. And I.
Yanno.

Come on, I don't have much to work with here.