no subject

[He can't help it, it's the way he is, given to melodrama and the stealthy verbal circling of a topic rather than addressing it bluntly and outright. But-- well. She's made herself clear enough, and if she were inclined to take a better look at him she would, after all, discern that she's right. There's a stiffness around his shoulders now where before they'd been loose and relaxed, and though he settles back into the water after pushing his wet fringe from his eyes, he remains turned away from her, clicks his tongue.]

I don't see what it has to do with anything. Let's change the subject, shall we?

[Please]