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*Adam waits by the lake. He looks around him, making sure everything is ready. He's a little nervous, and takes a few deep breaths. Everything will go fine. It would. He's Adam, he can do this. He's got everything he needs, and he sits and waits.*

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I'm wet.

So'm I.

*he moves to stand between Paul and the shore*

My shirt's missing.

*Adam jus nods dumbly*

And we still have to...

wash your hair.

Do we gotta?

*Adam walks up to Paul and runs a hand through Pauls hair, pulling it back to reveal grease and dirt*

Please?

And then what?

*shrugs*

I dunno.

Are you gonna dunk me under?

Not if you don't want me to.

*Paul shivers*

All right.

*Adam wades over to Paul and, grabbing some soap from the shore, soaps up Paul's hair. He runs his hands through Paul's hair, massaging Paul's scalp and making sure to get all over the dirt and grime out. Without even a "Ready?" he then takes Paul and bends him backwards so that just the back of his hair is in the water. He proceeds, then, to rinse the soap from Paul's hair, watching it run back down into the lake, running his hands through it soothingly*

*Paul's curls re-knot themselves around Adam's fingers like wild vines.*

Is it over?

*Adam stands Paul upright and kisses his forehead, running his hands down Paul's now-clean face*

Almost.

*he glances downward*

*Paul rolls his eyes, turns, and wades into chest deep water.

He hurls his trousers at Adam*

*Adam laughs, falling back into the water with a splash. He washes the pants out in the soapy water and tosses them on shore with Paul's shirt. Clean shirt, clean pants, clean Paul. Adam snuck a peak at Paul*

... almost done, there?

*Smirks*

What are you implying?

*The colour Adam turns is definitely a bright red*

I just- and wanted to know if-

*frustrated, he goes and sits on the shore*

*Paul frowns*

It was a joke.

*looks confused*

No, no joke.

*he gathers Paul's clean clothes*

*Paul cocks his to the side.*

What do you mean?

*Wades to the shallower water: it just grazes his hip bones*

I-

I don't know. I just, nevermind.

*he holds Paul's clothes in his lap and inspects them very carefully*

*Paul wades out of the water and stands beside Adam; naked.*

Adam. What are you looking at?

*Adam stares fixedly at Paul's kneecaps. He swallows hard, and when he offers up his hands with Paul's clothes, they are shaking*

I, uh. Your clothes. They're clean now.

*Smirking*

So am I.