Sea... You.... Love.... (CuttleTavio)

Imagine a red sunset, yellow clouds and seagulls that fly over the quiet, already soothing evening sea. Two boys sit on the boat pier, dipping their legs in the water.
-Do you want to swim? asked a boy named Craig CuttleFish.
- Get out? - A boy by the name of Octavio asked a question.
CuttleFish nodded, took off his jacket and bounced off the pier straight into the water.
-Will you go with me? Water isn't cold.- said CuttleFish, chattering his teeth against the cold.
"No ..." Octavio replied coldly.
After a couple of minutes, Craig broke down and said:
-Give me your hand.
-What for? - asked Octavio.
"Well, it must be so .." Craig said quickly.
Octavio extended his hand to him, stooping. CuttleFish clutched at his hand with a dead grip, Craig dragged him into the water. Octavio flopped there with his head, quickly moved, because he could not swim and hugged the pole that was propping the pier with both hands.
-What are you doing?! - he was scared.
Craig blushed.
- You ... Why? - asked Octavio.
CuttleFish laughed out loud in response.
-Do you not know how to swim? - Almost dying from a tear, he asked.
"N-no ... Why did you drag me here?" I wet the clothes! How will I go home? What will I say to the servant? "pissed along the way"? Hahahahahaha! - of course, it was a joke.
CuttleFish giggled sweetly.
-You understand ... Sea ... You .. Love .. - stretching the words said inkling.
-I understand ... - answered octoling.