He doesn't want to raise his head. It seems like too supreme an effort and even though Jet does it for him he can still feel the water trying to get at his mouth and throat. It's inevitable, what's the point.

"...miss that..." He speaks now as if his voice comes through a radio without proper reception, only bits of thought transmitted through his mouth. "...laying... in my lap..."

He coughs after the last, the bubbling sound doing nothing to clear his throat, only allowing water in instead. Another moment and he'll be submerged. He won't have to fight anymore.

His hand finds Jets and clasps it tightly.