"You know, in the desert swimming is year round. I hadn't even considered there are seasons for it here."

He's navigating them down the street to the crosswalk now, careful of any groups. "You don't get to tell me not to worry, though. You already told me I get to love you; that's part of it."

He wavers on whether or not to stop, though. He doesn't trust David's judgement on this, but he is more stable on his feet.

"I'll compromise. I am very close to being unable to keep going. Let me exhaust that and I will stop. And I promise I am being conservative in my estimates; I am not pushing." Not today. That wouldn't help anything.