"Me too." Aaron blinked as a drop of rain touched his head. He looked up at the sky, noting how heavy and grey the clouds had become. "And the weather is going to prove my prediction wrong. I think we should head back to the dock." He doesn't want to let go of her hands either, but the rains going from stray little drops to bigger and steadier drops. He slowly removes his hands from hers, and moves to start the engine up.