The lines are long and the day is hot, but the rides are fun, the water is cold and they have each other--to tease, to joke with, to show off for, to splash around with.

By the end of the evening as the sun's going down, they're waterlogged and a little brusied, and perhaps a bit pink in places where they missed the sunblock, but happy.

In the taxi ride back to the hotel he kisses the top of Darien's head and thinks with great satisfaction, This was a perfect day.