[Wistfully, Shiro thinks, if it were a smaller pool he could probably just heat it with his arm...

But it'd take too long. And the cool water is good, too, in it's own way. Two days sick and then, uh, a very messy activity have left a lot of grime. Shiro spends a good ten minutes just scrubbing.

He should probably use this time to think but he just... doesn't. He takes a closer look at the mushrooms, but doesn't poke them. He swims over to a patch of sunlight and rests against the edge of the pool where the warm light can hit him. He considers that he should be worried about not being worried. He still can't manage it. Like he'd actually had his brains fucked out.]