"All this sunlight screwing with your body clock?" Holly asked, legs working underneath the water to keep her afloat. "But otherwise you're adjusting okay?" The question was valid; the concern in her eyes genuine. From their time before, she knew that he - like her - struggled to sleep sometimes. PTSD was a difficult thing to deal with, and environments like this where even at night there was the risk of stressors and you were never really 'off' meant that relaxing was actually really hard to do. They might not have been dating anymore but he was still one of her closest friends - or so she hoped - and underneath the hard exterior that was presented to the world, Holly cared deeply and worried about the people in her life quite a lot.
She tipped her head back, wetting her hair again to make sure it all stayed down and out of her face before she indicated they move towards the edge of the pool. It was easier to talk when not worrying about staying afloat.