Brice sighed, staring at his empty hand, frowning. He heard the door creak open and glanced over. Geoff was there, and he looked ready to drown Dick right there in the tub. "No," he said softly, and the door creaked closed again. He turned his attention back to Brice.

"So you won't like laying out by the pool? Don't you like that I'm willing to help get you good and clean?" Brice clicked his tongue and stood up. He stripped off his gym shorts and climbed into the tub in front of Dick, facing him. Reaching behind himself, Brice turned off the water and scowled.

"Are you happy now? I'm cold and wet and shrunken just like you. Does this make you feel better?" Tears had sprung into his green eyes, the pout back out in full force as his teeth began to chatter behind his lips.