[SE][OPEN] Never Learned to Swim

Peter Terrified of what I'd be As a kid, from what I've seen Every single day, when people try And put the pieces back together Just to smash them down Peter let out a deep breath when she said was okay, some of the guilt lifting out of his chest as he did. She didn’t exactly look okay, but he knew better than to pry. At least she was well enough to lie, and that was enough for him. He shook his head at the Thanks though, refusing to accept it. ”It’s my f-f-fault you... you fell.” The chill exacerbated his stutter, making him frown almost comically, and turn to search for the dry things he’d stripped off before entering the water. The bundle of fabric had stayed where he’d thrown it, scarves tangled together in a heap. Noticing Beatrix’s shiver, he disentangled one for her, trying to make it seem as though he wasn’t just deliberately picking his least favourite. The swath of fabric would do something to keep the chill away, if nothing else. Pulling on the door t clothes over wet ones, Peter frowned, considering that there was perhaps a better way to go about that, though he didn’t move to change anything. Instead he sat beside Beatrix, and stared out at the basket, floating delicately on the waters surface. ”What were... what you were you um... doing?”