"Can you— can you just stay on your side of the boat?" John scrunched his nose at you, waving you away from 'his side'. You were fishing together, after much insistence on your end, and much begrudgingness on his.

"Swear'm gonna hit you over the head with this damn thing," he grumbled — the grip on his fishing rod tightening. He regretted agreeing to do this with you.

You watched as John peeked cautiously over the side of the boat, himself giving you constant glances to make sure you didn't pull some trick as you would usually do in this sort of situation.