He laughs at that. "Probably not." He curls his arm around Neil's waist as they drift slowly in the center of the pool, letting all his nerves move back into being fully awake, feeling the way Neil fits against him. A little over a year ago he was in this exact place doing this exact thing with Tom, and he had found it a little difficult to believe then, too.

His free hand shifts away from Neil's mouth and up into his hair, gently tugging his head back, letting the sun catch the fine sheen of moisture on his face and neck. "Love just looking at you," he murmurs.