[Despite the cool water, Lacus only feels warm. The way he's holding her is so comfortable; it's so easy to put aside any lingering sadness and just focus on being with him. When his arm lowers to pull her closer, she lifts her head, her cheek resting against his. She presses her lips to his cheek and holds them there for a long beat, more than a show of appreciation would warrant. And even after her lips part from his skin she remains in place, eyes shut, enjoying the way his arms fit around her and the way the current drifts around them.]