Two men, with a bond stronger than gravity, like brothers. Both reside in the warm, bubbling pool of water. What do they think of each other? Maybe one may yearn for the other. Maybe he will gaze upon his bare skin, wet from the pool. Maybe he wishes to run his hand through the other’s wet, messy hair. Maybe, just maybe, they will lay a gentle kiss on each others lips. But neither have been struck by cupid’s arrow. Lest, the two bros be five feet apart.