[ Tristan lets out a series of short, staccato laughs as Max starts to laugh as well, pushing back against him and tipping his head back against his shoulder. The water sloshes back and forth as they shift, and Tris makes it his purpose to create large waves between the motions of the two of them, causing water to splash just a little bit outside of the tub. ]

Dinosaurs aren't furry, you're totally fine.

[ He turns his head and deposits a series of soft little kisses just along the underside of his jaw. A mumble now against his skin: ]

I'll always choose you. I'd be stupid not to.

[ Another kiss. It's not a lie. ]

I'd choose you over and over and over again.

[ Reaching up with both hands to cup his face, he lays the epitome of what "a big wet one" should be. ]

Every time.