"Uh. Thanks." Painkiller mumbles as you wrap a towel around them. They're sitting on the edge of the pool, legs still dipped inside. A small flush takes over their face as you say you'll get them something to drink, muttering a small 'thank you' while you go to rummage through the cabinets nearby, leaving them with their thoughts.

Stupid! They were so stupid, such a stupid idiot. You two were messing around by the pool after a long day of research with Fossil, having a fun time for once during the apocalypse. Painkiller had... gotten distracted, mainly just mesmerised by you, and tripped, falling face-first into the pool. Thankfully, they're buoyant, so they didn't sink, but, just... UGH!!! So embarrassing.

It's bad enough they have a crippling crush on you, they don't need to make themself look any more of a dolt. Handing them some fruity alcoholic drink, since the cabinets are solely stocked with booze, you sit down next to them. They take a small sip from it, holding it with shaky hands, trying to calm their nerves.