Arashi doesn't even bother to argue that statement, mostly because it's more or less true. Instead, he enjoys the sensations of shampoo and Harvestman's hair and the false water-warmth of his skin.

Then that question makes him pause, for a moment or two. He resumes threading foam through the dark strands at the back of Harvestman's head before he answers.

"Maybe," he says, his voice soft. "But we're doing our best to make sure that doesn't happen. I don't know what's going to happen next, I don't really care right now. Later."