The water was amazing. Warm. Scotty was... sure. It was something he knew wasn't about to explode in his face, and it felt like it had been a long time since he'd known anyone like that.

Opening one eye, he realized that his own sodden boots were sort of weighing on him.

Lacking Scotty's careful consideration, he proceeded to pull them off under water, slinging them in a careless arch at the dock. They landed with a wet slap, leaving a starburst of water on the dock around them. His arms shot up in triumph and he whooped.

He decided to leave the shirt on. For now.