When he feels a little more stable, more confident, his hands finally slide away from Finnick, pulling them back to try mimicking what he had seen him do earlier, little wiping motions with his arms...he might be imagining wiping a window.

Levi snorts at that description, his concentration more on moving his hands back and forth, feet still cycling gently. "Better be glad I don't need to act out my imagination." Otherwise that could end up awkward and gross for both of them.

Once he finds something that works, he definitely seems to figure it out quickly; he's always picked up physical skills quite fast, and this is thankfully no exception. It's still undetermined how he feels about deep water in general, but at least now maybe he won't sink and drown immediately.

"...okay," he says after a few minutes. "Try letting go."

He's not entirely sure of himself yet, but stubbornly wants to see if he can manage on his own.

Still...having Finnick's hands on his waist is...nice...