Still resting her head on his stomach, they wind up curled around each other as he scoots closer to her - his thighs along her back, his arm tugged in and held at her chest, her slender hands wrapped around his wrist as rain falls on them both.

"You're always in the rain," she points out, water clinging to her lashes only to be dashed away by more water again. "I helped you then, too. No drowning."