The day was just too perfect to not take a swim. Especially for those with gills.
Hayden Kemp was sitting at the very bottom of the lake in his true form, if you could call resting in a relaxed Rose from Titanic pose on a long blue mermaid's tail sitting, anyways. A rather charming and sociable young fish had taken interest in him and they had started up a conversation, chattering about everything from the lake to the other kinds of fish that existed. The siren had been on the brink of asking the fish (who's name, while having no proper translation in English, shall be roughly translated to Chuck) if there were any others on the lake shore for him to talk to, when his phone buzzed. Hayden had been wise enough to invest in a waterproof phone case years ago, and could access his texts from deep under the waves when he needed to. He read the message and then was silent for so many minutes that Chuck asked him if there was something wrong. No, he replied with a grin. Something so surprisingly good he had been dumbstruck. But that was wishful thinking. Already there he texted back.
Lying to yourself is one of the greatest wastes of time that the whole world seems to enjoy, and Hayden had stopped lying to himself on one point. He wanted and seemingly needed Cairo in his life. It wasn't something fleeting, something that would burn out in a week or two. Not only it was solid but it was the first time he had felt it and it felt amazing. He had been considering texting Cairo for a week now, letting him know he hadn't changed his mind. But something (likely fear of rejection at this point but you'd never hear him admit it) kept him. So he was thrilled the texting metaphorical gap had been bridged at last.