It had been a while since he'd played a childish game of - well, splash. He was good at it, though.

He formed a triangle with either hand and shoved water at Scotty once he'd surfaced, laughing with true joy at seeing his young friend try to duck the wave.

It comes in waves.

No- None of it matters, for now.

Harold shook it off, giggling. He raised his arms above his head, the motion of it dunking his body briefly, the flow of the water washing his hair back over his scalp and out of his eyes.