[ Derek's - not gonna sit in it, man. He joins Tate on the balcony for a second, his own fresh beer in hand, and when he sees Tate on the ground, it takes him a second or two to realize what he's doing. He rolls his eyes, nudges him with his foot, and nods to the chair, probably inadvertently snapping him out of the pull of the ocean while he's at it. Sorry. ]
Dumbass.
[ But he gets what Tate's saying - Derek loves the waves, too. He never made it out to the sea all too often, and now, the waves remind him of... other people, other places. Windex is here, laying down, quizically looking up at Derek and Tate when they join her. Must have followed them back from the woods. ]
... You come to the beach much when you thought I was gone?
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Dumbass.
[ But he gets what Tate's saying - Derek loves the waves, too. He never made it out to the sea all too often, and now, the waves remind him of... other people, other places. Windex is here, laying down, quizically looking up at Derek and Tate when they join her. Must have followed them back from the woods. ]
... You come to the beach much when you thought I was gone?