A lone strand of very wet hair dangled between his blazing eyes as he lowered his hand to the raft again.

"Really. Really." But it's useless to argue, at this point, the damage has been done and whatever mystical karma that Miguel had a knack of hitting had come to pass.

He lowered his head into his hands.

"Please tell me you at least managed to save the supplies, this time."

The fact that he could say 'this time' made him want to sob.