The fish will be fine, thank you. I’ve swam in lakes and oceans bigger than this and without any clothes on at all. I think the sealife fared just fine thank you.

[ he laughs, helping koby down into the boat by way of his arm, looking around for the hitch to set them truly afloat. it’s nothing compared to the large vessels he’s used to, but he leans out and reaches easily for the rope, untying it and pushing a hand on the splintered wood of the dock to set them out to drift.

something about feeling the water move beneath them, feeling the way they rock even as he sits down, settles something restless in his gut. he’s missed it. more than a year away from the water and to be on a little paddle boat in a lake feels like breathing again. he takes up the oars, pulling them further out to the lake.

he grins, a little brighter, eyes lighting up. ]

Did you get this fixed? I didn’t think they had one that wouldn’t sink.