Inigo can feel his cheeks heating up in that much too familiar way, a blush that spreads across his cheeks and makes its way up to the very tips of his ears as he still does his best to keep his head above the water with his kicks.

What is he even supposed to say when they're both suddenly being so sweet and supportive in tandem?

"I don't know," he mumbles, sucking in a breath. It's hard, thinking and yet trying to keep practicing at the same time. "I just feel like I'm looking dumb."