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Well, he seems to be watching intently. Hopefully, some of that sunk in. Sinks in? Well, either way, keeps him from sinking. I am so ignoring the little voice that says it is very dangerous playing with fire like this. So I can't give him mouth-to-mouth. I just won't let him get close to the point where he might need it, I tell the voice firmly. Okay, not talking to the voices in my head. That's definitely more dangerous than this

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Toes above the water and flap your arms. Not to wildly, because then you'll push yourself under again. So just gently wave your arms, that's better then flapping. I think the actual flapping will come when we get to the swimming parts of these lessons. Oh! The toes, must keep the toes above water as well. Chin up...ears in the water. Again

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I can tell he's think about everything at once as one part of him moves and then another jerks as he's just remembered that it was supposed to be doing something too. I smile back at his grin. Totally adorable. I knew he could do it, I think smugly.

Woah. Near panic again. I tighten my grip a little so he knows I'm there when I hear the frightened voice to go with the frightened eyes. My thumb rubs over his hipbone in an effort to reassure him. Right here. "Okay. Take your time." I wait as he calms back down and readjusts, and remembers to breathI nod once he says in that small voice that I can let go. "You've got it, Wes." I smile at him so he doesn't have to worry about what I'm saying to know what I mean. This is amazing. I'm so proud of him. He did it and he didn't cling or whine, or get frozen with fright

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Flap your arms a little harder and keep your toes above water. Keep your chin above water. No! No, not the chin, or I wont be able to hear Angel. Flapping arms and out sticking toes. Bloody hell, I'm so glad there's no one around to see this. It's utterly embarrassing, that's what this is. Then again, if there isn't anyone around to see this, maybe we should've gotten us some of the floating devices. Those wings around the arms or that tire around the waist things

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The pouting and the sighing and the eyes. Now this is an impossible battle if I ever saw one. And I can see the shivering suddenly lessening as he makes an effort not to let it show. Bastard

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With a beaming smile, I keep looking at Angel hopefully. The wind brushes over my skin and its taking me a lot of effort not to shiver. I could of course give him the lecture about how humans cannot get sick from standing out in the cold, that it's actually bacteria and germ related, but I'm saving that as a last logical reason. Other then that, it's true, you cannot get sick from standing in the cold and being wet *unless* you're already having that germ to start with

[_keep_me]

I nod without thinking when he says he'll stay above water. That sounds smart. I think the breathing would be a little complicated right now. What with the look I'm getting about the arms, I'm thinking I'm not wrong about that. Thank goodness he followed my lead and hunkered down under the water to keep out of the cold too though. That makes me feel a little better about all of this

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"Oh. Right. Example." And don't I feel stupid now. Of course it was an example. I was never very good with the colorful metaphor type example things. I really have to stop taking every damn thing so literal at times. Angel didn't mean I actually had to go around scooping up peanut butter

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"Hmm." This is true. I hadn't thought of that. But if they *were* here, and they *did* know, they'd cheer and be proud of him. That much I know

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"I thought I brought both robes?" I point out somewhat confused when he grumbled about robes. I *thought* I had brought everything. Towels, dry underwear, blankets and the robes. Huh. Well, he can figure that out by himself, I'm freezing my limbs off here. I want to get dressed. It's a pity we can't laze about on the blanket though. If it were sunny and warm and... That'll never happen though. At least not until Angel gets his Shan-shu

[_keep_me]

Oops, I guess he did see that.

Ah, well, just a scolding then. That's better than I expected. I can get by with a scolding. I have to grin a little at the proper Wes creeping into his voice. God, I could never get him to go skinny-dipping, could I? I'd try if it weren't so damn cold out here right now.

"You'll just have to warm me up then," I murmur as I take the robe from him and put my clothes back into the bag. I do give in and take the boxers from him too - must appease the Wes. "Are *you* going to be warm enough though?" I ask, and then feeling sheepish when I see the sweater he wore down here. He really did bring everything. I'm not sure why he only brought my robe though. Didn't think I'd need one, I guess.

Some days it surprises me that we're different people, others it's really obvious how different we are. Like right now. "It's not that far," I remind him.

"You ready?" I ask, folding up the blanket and putting the towel over my shoulder rather than back in the bag. No sense getting everything wet.

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Hmm. I could've sworn I put both robes in here. I know I did. Mine and his. So where did the other robe go? That's rather strange. I doubt Angel took it out for some reason. I mean, what reason would he have, other then the fact that he likes me walking around in his clothes. Clothes that aren't his wonder coat of course. Heavens no, wear that one and he'll get very anxious