Overture Downs you wore corduroy pants to your middle school dance

She gives him a nervous chuckle when he gestures his face but she smiles through it, working on another clump to distract her. "I just mean... if there's... I guess you can do it yourself," she says though now it's more sort of an anxious babbling. She doesn't know where she's going with the conversation but she veers off, moving beneath him to the other side. 

Occasionally Twix glances from what she's doing to his head, unable to shake the habit that one wrong pull might be the end. It's crazy to think this was a good idea in the first place but now that she's committed? She releases a shaky breath, trying to ward off the thoughts as she steps back to dip her hands into the water. She returns to her work with her hands cupped of water, drenching his shoulder and into his armpit to pull off a particularly large clump of mud.