That was a very unfortunate answer from her, because he really liked having his own towel. Having been a well traveled hitchhiker for centuries, he'd always prized himself on always knowing where his towel was. He remember at one point imparting such advice on some British fellow. Or maybe he made that up, once. He wasn't really sure, but he was protective of his towels, especially this one, because it was a very large and bright beach towel that was blue and green, because he liked both of those colors.

"We'll just have to share, won't we?" It wasn't a question for her, mostly himself. To himself, he answered if I have to. And then he moved his hands from her wrists to hold either shoulder against him. He was absolutely certain that the motion would make his biceps stick out even more, making them twice as impressive as before.