swept away

So maybe the guy was a little weird. Why was he staring so intently at him? A confused expression made Kuroo's own brows draw tight as he tried to figure it out. Was he regretting saving him? Was he being too friendly toward him? Nervous and feeling as if he might vomit, Kuroo attempted to collect himself. Possibly Sverre was just worried something worse had happened to him. But the water didn't feel like it was trapped in his lungs and his brain felt fine, not woozy as if he had hit his head.

Shifting his weight from side to side, his smile faltered a bit until Sverre finally answered his question. The response was honestly adorable in Kuroo's mind and he was glad that the man's gaze had finally lifted back up toward him. Letting his smile widen a bit, he nodded softly. "Fishing is perhaps my favorite pastime," his voice is soft and quiet, but loud enough to be heard over the roaring of the river. "I wouldn't mind seeing where you were fishing if you don't mind that is," the boy's head tilted slightly to the side as he waited for Sverre to respond.

"Speech"