A SENSE OF A CONTROL / private, caesar

henri rose to his paws after being nudged, and shook off the water, squinting, the light burning through him. he needed his glasses, but they were bobbing peacefully on the waves near him. henri squeezed his eyes shut, moving his head in the direction of caesar's gruff, angry voice, and his first thought was wow, that was kind of hot. he clearly wasn't in snowbound, there was no need to moderate his own thoughts. this wasn't the place that needed to think he was some kind of perfect creation.

"sorry," he began. "i'm completely blind, i can't see shit, i just kind of fell in the water like a dumbass," he said. "the name's henri. i'm a memb-" no, he couldn't tell this stranger about his church. not yet, at least. "i'm a loner. where am i- and do you see my sunglasses anywhere? i need them," he finished, looking at the other.