[It is awkward. Painfully awkward. And nice, in a way—it's helping Lars's tension in a way, but aggravating it in other ways. Part of him thinks that she's kind of forcing herself to waste her time out of some sort of weird obligation, but then, she hasn't had a very hard time pretty much avoiding him—even though they spend ~40 hours a week together. Besides, Sadie's not a terribly insincere person. Right? Right.




Aaand now Lars is trying not to think about Sadie in a bathing suit. Really? wasted opportunity indeed]

That's alright. I feel like I've honestly only gone swimming a handful of times, myself—and I've been here forever. I guess that is weird for someone as outdoorsy as you, though.