When Tybalt surfaces, Uriah's standing at the edge of the pool, fully clothed but barefoot.
See, Uriah'd also been looking for a people-free place. Settling into his chalet hadn't been the peaceful evening he'd imagined, and he'd just needed to take off for a bit. Be alone. Avoid whatever was going on in Presley's head, although if anyone was going to get a look at his fears, Presley's a good enough choice. He doesn't give a shit, or he's too busy pretending he doesn't to dig any further.
"If I steal your clothes, do you have to stay with me forever?" He holds up Tybalt's shirt, like he's considering the prospect. "I heard a myth like that. When you find a pretty stranger swimming at night. Might even be real, who knows."
POOL: Tybalt Does a Tradition, Uriah Witnesses
See, Uriah'd also been looking for a people-free place. Settling into his chalet hadn't been the peaceful evening he'd imagined, and he'd just needed to take off for a bit. Be alone. Avoid whatever was going on in Presley's head, although if anyone was going to get a look at his fears, Presley's a good enough choice. He doesn't give a shit, or he's too busy pretending he doesn't to dig any further.
"If I steal your clothes, do you have to stay with me forever?" He holds up Tybalt's shirt, like he's considering the prospect. "I heard a myth like that. When you find a pretty stranger swimming at night. Might even be real, who knows."