[ look at him, so happy and clear-eyed. floyd can't help but wrap one arm protectively around the housewarden's shoulders, more than happy to play the part of a loyal boyfriend--- because he is. as flighty as he can be while at his best and indifferent and ignorant at his worst, he still keeps riddle in his thoughts at all times. perhaps he might be the only person he can focus on despite being one of the students most likely to follow every whim that passes through his head. ]

Ehhhhh, naaaah. Showin' up here was pretty much all I thought 'bout doin'. Did ya want me to spring somethin' on ya? 'cause I can. Still can, Goldfishie~

[ if that's what riddle wants, then that's what he can get. in fact--- every step they take towards the other's quarters, a new idea blossoms and then immediately disintegrates. a swim wasn't in their future, but what else could they do that might be similar? that might get riddle to both recoil but embrace? he might seem like he's zoning out, absentmindedly going through the motions as they approach the door and he nearly walks into it. ]

What aren't ya willin' to do?

[ this is a fake question. he's already got it in mind. ]