So, in the same rhythm she’d been counting, he focused on the lights while they swam. One, two, three, four, five. All the way down his neck. Then again, to the peak of his shoulder. More down his bicep. Then he made the lights turn and go back up the same way. She couldn’t see him very well, although likely better than she had before, but he could see her. The trembling that he’d noticed almost disappeared entirely. Her eyes followed the lights up and down.
