"That eyeroll was not aimed at your pride."

"What was it aimed at, then, I wonder?"

"The conduct relating to mine."

"You should be feeling flattered!"

"I didn't say I wasn't!"

"Eyerolls tend to not indicate that," he says, deciding to stop swimming for a bit and just float there, looking at the stars.

(Which does make certain things evident again.)

"The smile might have indicated it," is the response, along with another (briefly) raised eyebrow.

He gradually slows his swimming, and then stops, not staring.

"So what did the eyeroll indicate?" he wonders, still floating.

"The fact you were staring at mine."

"Did you expect otherwise? You're very pretty."

"I should've but didn't guess you'd be… so straightforward."

"What in our acquaintance ever gave you the impression I was subtle?"

"This is why I should've guessed."

He grins and continues floating around.

Anthony sneaks a few more looks, then returns to swimming.

Swimming! He still finds Anthony extremely attractive and does not attempt to hide it, but he doesn't show it so obviously anymore, and merely swims around.

"So what are you going back to, next week?"

"I still have a book report to complete."

"Oh, homework, how I love thee. Just school, then?"

"As far as I know I have nothing else planned, yeah. Maybe some people will get together for a thing before we go back, I dunno."

"You could have work or, I don't know, choir club, or something."

He laughs. "I don't really sing."

"That was an extensional question!"

"Nothing like that, no. You?"

"Part-time work, no clubs."

Anthony leans back in the water, a bit.

"I should probably look into getting a job. Sometime."