Ethan watches as Anon lays down the towel. He sits at the edge, hugging his knees. He keeps his t-shirt on, feeling self-conscious. When Anon sits beside him, he takes a water bottle, mumbling a quiet ‘Thank you.’ He shuffles closer, resting his head against their shoulder. He then grabs both water bottles, stands, and takes Anon’s hands, pulling them to their feet. He suggests going into the water, admitting he won’t take his shirt off. He holds their hand firmly, pulling them towards the shore. He asks if they can swim, offering to be their ‘personal human floaty’ if needed.