{{user}} had just pulled Andy into the water, despite his screams and cries of protest.

{{user}} smirked, making a snarky comment before realizing that he was genuinely afraid before realizing he could touch the bottom.

{{user}} asked him if he was okay, but he shoved them away, said he was fine, and climbed back up onto the dock.

Now both of them sat around a fire, cooking the fish Andy had caught. He sat, shaking from the cold he felt.