"I did. But I'm pretty sure I was the only one." she paused a second, debating but eventually giving in to her mind. "I have one of those notebooks. By the way." She hadn't told him yet, but the old ratty book full of poems and sketches and little notes about her that Steve had given her, had gotten her though some of the rougher nights before he'd come.
"We can be comfortable where it's warm too." She rolled her eyes a little bit when he ignored her help but just offered a hand to him once he was out instead. She wished she had something to offer him to keep him a little warmer or help him warm up, but she hadn't expected to put more than her feet in the water and definitely didn't expect him to come.