[Theo welcomes the leaning. Heck, after the first couple wobbling steps, he catches Dorian's hand and loops the merman's arm around his shoulders, keeping their fingers laced with a tenderly cheeky smile, forcing himself to keep his gait nice and slow despite his excitement.

It's a short walk to Theo's little camp in the sand, Theo disentangles himself to search through his backpack.]

Let's see... ah, okay! [He hands Dorian a pair of navy blue swim trunks and sturdy brown sandals. Both have seen better days, but they should do until they reach the clothing store in town.] Might not be a bad idea to sit down to put those on.

[Because he's not sure if Dorian's quite ready for the elusive move of "standing on one leg".]