Swiftcurrent Creek and nobody knows what to do with the heat

with exaggerated effort he rolls back onto his belly, letting the tip of his paws touch the side of the creek where water laps against. samaantine's announcement does not register for a moment, and then it does, and he sighs, a soft aaah that mingles with the rush of water. he is quiet for a moment. and then: "me too." amusement colors his voice as he finally turns his head, resting that rosy gaze upon her sable form. there's thousands of other things he could say. they course thru his mind: biting, caustic remarks, jokes, observations of the small ironies of their lives. reflections. he does not voice them, instead watching the subtle shifts in her expression -- wondering what will happen next for the both of them.