[ Brought to a verbal standstill, Makoto soundlessly opens his mouth once, like he's about to sputter out yet another impulsive request, then closes it. Haru is still waiting for an answer, so Makoto gets over his stage fright long enough to coax his mouth back into semi-coherence. ]
You should swim the way you like best. I'll do the same.
[ Perching himself down on the edge of the pool's perimeter, Makoto takes up the lane beside him, making no move to slide into the waters just yet. ]
Why do you like to swim free?
[ "Because front crawl is the fastest stroke."
Makoto has a ready-formed assumption of Haru even before he's heard his response, but it doesn't seem quite right — since the moment he's clamped a hand down on Haru's shoulder, he hasn't been able to regain his balance. ]
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You should swim the way you like best. I'll do the same.
[ Perching himself down on the edge of the pool's perimeter, Makoto takes up the lane beside him, making no move to slide into the waters just yet. ]
Why do you like to swim free?
[ "Because front crawl is the fastest stroke."
Makoto has a ready-formed assumption of Haru even before he's heard his response, but it doesn't seem quite right — since the moment he's clamped a hand down on Haru's shoulder, he hasn't been able to regain his balance. ]