A note: For my astute readers who notice everything, this does in fact take place before the other 'water' drabbles, so chronologically perhaps Jason's reaction doesn't make sense. My defense, weak as it may be, is that even before he guessed why he disliked water, before he knew exactly why he disliked water, he still disliked it nevertheless. Anyway.
Jason's point of view. Word: Water.
One night, watching Marie curled up with a book in the armchair across the room, Jason realized that he had never discovered a vital piece of information about her.
"When is your birthday?"
Marie glanced up, brushed an errant piece of hair from her eyes, frowned distractedly at him. "February twentieth." She smiled slightly, then. "I'm a Pisces. But please, let's not discuss age—it's so depressing, and I—"
His laughter, startled out of him, interrupted her. Curious, she raised her eyebrows. Jason, breathless, asked, "Isn't Pisces a water sign?"