"Well you can't diss it until you've tried it!" Rosen declared, reaching for Long's hand again.

Long tried to pull his hand away again.

Rosen had latched on this time, anticipating Long's reaction. Of course if Long really yanked, he could easily break Rosen's grip.

Long yanked away, but not hard enough to shake him off.

Rosen seemed to think he was really strong, he grinned briefly before focusing on Long, "Can't friends hold hands?" he asked, a little confused.

"... They usually don't," Long replied, looking at their hands. But he didn't try to pull away again.

Rosen shrugged, "Whatever," he replied before turning and trying to tug Long along with him.

Long seemed very hesitant, but his legs didn't put up much of a struggle as he let Rosen drag him off.

Rosen led them to the pool and hot tub, "Okay, go put a swimsuit on," he ordered as he started to strip.

Long seemed very hesitant to do so. But before Rosen could finish stripping, Long turned and started walking off to get a swimsuit. But after ten minutes, he still had not returned.

So Rosen went looking for him with a towel wrapped tightly around his waist.

Long was still in the changing room. It looked like he had changed into a swimsuit, but he still hadn't come out.

"Whatya doin'?" Rosen demanded, walking towards him.

Long was still hiding in the changing stall. "... Uh..." he muttered, but didn't say anything else.

"... Just wear a shirt if you're embarrassed," he suggested.

After another moment or two, Long slowly stepped out, already wearing a t-shirt he found and some big, plain swim trunks. He still seemed a little embarrassed, covering his arms with his hands a little. There wasn't really anything to pick on him about. Except that it looked like his arms and legs looked shaved.