Theo couldn't see at all in the dark water, but he still reacted when the stranger touched him, grabbing Oliver's arm with all his strength (not that physical strength was his, well, strong suit, but terror does wonders for one's muscles). What was this? Someone's arm? Yes! Help! Theo thrashed for a moment, trying to claw his way upwards past Oliver, but when that led to only more dark water, he forced down his panic and went limp. He had to trust that Oliver had a better idea of how to swim than he did; if he kept struggling, he would just drag them both down. But gods, if his new friend didn't get him to air now, he was going to start fighting again.
can't say good morning without lying twice
