She nodded, toes barely skimming the pool floor where they were standing, weight secure in Booker's grasp. "Something like that. The whole world has shifted," she said, finally picking her head up to look at Booker's face, hands framing his jaw.

"I'm not supposed to be making you sad again," Andy murmured, voice softer, almost apologetic as she took one of his hands and carefully laced their fingers together: he'd be her otter, holding hands so they wouldn't float apart from each other in the pool. It wasn't that big, but any distance seemed too much right then.