"Pretty nice, yeah," Kip said, sounding less sincere than he actually was. It was difficult for him to express feelings of pleasure, even associated with the littlest things like a good joke or the sun beaming down onto his face, but he was enjoying the weather, and even more than that, the company. He hadn't realized, really, until Mitts moved in, how much he did genuinely like being around people, and it was really a good feeling, sharing his boat with Leigh. He wasn't cured of his problems by any means - nothing short of a miracle would make Kip whole again - but he had hope right now, and that was a feeling that had been elusive for him for a long time now.
"Fail any kids today?" he joked, trying to make conversation. "Hand out any detentions?" He gave a little playful half-smirk in her direction, then quickly turned back to make sure he wasn't steering the boat into anything, or anyone. "They don't still give out detentions for being late, do they? Remember those? They were such bullshit." It was rare for Kip to want to remember anything, but he wanted to remember those moments he had shared with Leigh. He wanted to remember the spot of sunshine she had provided him, so that he could get back to that place before he'd become a murderer, before he'd lost her respect, and her trust, and before he'd become terrified of himself and what he might be capable of under the right circumstances.