[As much as Kaspar is using him as a rock in all of this, a warmth to rest his weary head on, Steinbeck can't help but feel that he's doing the same in return. He may not give words to it, but perhaps its evident in the way his fingers dip under the water to trace along the man's spine, up and down, a soothing motion as his eyelids flutter.]

[He waits. He's patient like that. You have to be, in the world of nature. Sprouts usually don't come up overnight. So when he finally hears that question, his mouth quirks up in a smile, a thumb tracing a circle to interrupt its back and forth journey.]

Me? A few times. [A light shrug along with the words.] Never went farther as far as the romance side of things. Even went on one here, but that was more to get to know the guy than anything too serious.

[He watches the river water flow around them, cupping their bodies. Despite their nakedness, it almost feels like a blanket keeping them snuggled together.]

You?