[Clay kneels down with him, hands already cupped in the water - the cleaner part that's right next to the shore, when he laughs at that last compliment.]
You like the look? [He raises his hands to spread some water through his hair, runs his fingers through it, and tosses Allen an over-dramatically coy look.] Do you think it's hot?
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You like the look? [He raises his hands to spread some water through his hair, runs his fingers through it, and tosses Allen an over-dramatically coy look.] Do you think it's hot?