[He lingers at a distance for a moment, vaguely thinking that if he let go now, he might be able to slowly be more okay with letting go for real. With pulling away to leave.]
[But even like this he doesn't want to. Staying under the water, he swims lightly back to Fuuma, holding on to his hands even tighter, his lips brushing over part of Fuuma's chest that was also submerged before coming up again in front of him, soaked, quiet gaze seeking his.]