[ Well, neither of them had come away from this with any allusions to lengthy conversations on the logistics of competitive swimming. Haru winning wasn't so much inevitable as something he'd come to expect over the course of a day, so Makoto offers his best impression at a flippant shrug, loitering where he's taken his perch in one of the lanes. ]

Suit yourself! Do you mind if I watch?

[ Why not anything? With the strangeness of his own expectations at hand, he could likely watch Haru treading water for hours unbothered. He's not planning to keep a vigil all throughout the night come evening, but there are worse ways to spend a day.

Waving away Haru's comment, Makoto laughs into one closed fist. ]

Pffbt! That's nothing you need to thank me for. I was the one who asked you in the first place, remember?

[ Visibly brightening, he loosens his hand, earnestness seeping into his complexion. ]

Thank you.