For some reason, the question throws him, and his brows lift a bit into his hair. His body tilts at the hip, leaning him away as she leans in, the natural reflex to a stranger in his space. "What, like right now," he asks, the first thought to break through the why and the ever apparently don't touch.

Why not now? What better thing does he have to do, if he's already detouring to sit with her on the beach?

"I mean, yeah, I can try. It's not really something I've done before, but everyone else who's ever been stranded on an island seems to figure it out at some point."