Joscelin, usually so chatty, has gone uncharacteristically quiet. He’s terrified of the water, but pride won’t let him admit that maybe going with purple this time had been a bad idea. He hadn’t imagined that there would be so much swimming involved in the escort mission. For such a weak swimmer as himself, this is a nightmare.

He clings to Romeo like a shadow, always just one step behind of his best friend. The other boy seems to be enjoying himself thoroughly, climbing and swimming with the best of them. Joss follows after, lips drawn into a thin line and almost as pale as he’d been back when he was still undead.

When it comes time for him to make the dive himself, he sits down and refuses to budge. He’ll stay right here, thanks. Far less a chance of him drowning.