[SE] If I hit the bottom will I break?

ISKRA

"What?" he demands as he glances down at himself, trying to find the trail her gaze snags on to lend such a response. He pinches his shirt between two fingers and pulls it away fort a second, glancing down at it before smoothing a hand across the shorts. "You can't say shit," he rounds on her instead, glancing up with a half-smile. "You were wearing every coat in Halo." At her offer, he grabs for the sunscreen, glancing back at his frost-white limbs with a grimace. "Thanks."

"Well, I was thinking we swing by to boat rentals, or just use yours?" he muttered as he applied the sunblock steadily, glancing up at her between limbs. Her ship could work, but he was thinking it might be easier to get something cheap and simple. No crazy ceremony, something to be close to the water, easy to watch the sea drink the liquor like it might pass it on to Mort's realm. "Maybe catch some dinner to kill time until dark?" It's around that time anyway, although he's not feeling a particularly strong appetite with the weight of the task sitting in his gut. Still, he's adamant about doing it at night, so he's waiting until then.

I'm losin' my grip, caught up in the current
I can't swim, I'm startin' to slip
I'm runnin' out of breath, I'm scared to death
I gotta keep my head up, Up above the water