Garrick had been moping, this was true. He was also VERY wounded by his father's actions toward him and then there was that girl. The one who was now dead to him. The one who had hurt him by being an uncaring, ridiculous, brat. THAT ONE. He couldn't even remember her name, though. She was that far dead to him. HMPH.

So he had dragged Benjy with him to the dock. Swimming was always fun, right? And they couldn't do an AWFUL lot of talking while swimming, could they? Yeah, they probably would since they seemed to be the only ones around. SIGHS. Well they may as well clear it all out then. Dropping his towel, Garrick seated himself on the edge of the dock, sunglasses still on, and kicked his feet in the water while he waited on Benjy to sit with him.