[Tate's been there a little while - not long enough that he felt like he'd gotten lost or abandoned, but long enough to just start to wonder. But he distracted himself by wading out into the water when he would've otherwise stayed on the beach, and rolled up his jeans to his knees - but they still got wet. He's standing ankle deep in the water when Derek creeps up on him, and he turns sharply in surprise. The wind by the water had deafened his ears, but he smiles, rubbing at his mussed hair before reaching for the drink he didn't ask for but appreciates.
He'd spent a little time creating a line of shells on the beach, which lead up to where his footprints disappeared into wet sand and seaweed. A few items that had washed up in the water are next to that, little scraps of paper and disposable cups he crushed after plucking from the shallows as he walked.]
It's nice here.
[A gust of wind ripples his cardigan open, which he's pushed up to his elbows and then just wonders about taking off all together. He'll wait a moment yet, trekking back to firmer sand with an obscenely peaceful look on his face. This is his favorite place, he's decided.]
Wish I lived by the beach. I used to be able to run there, but was never quite this close.
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He'd spent a little time creating a line of shells on the beach, which lead up to where his footprints disappeared into wet sand and seaweed. A few items that had washed up in the water are next to that, little scraps of paper and disposable cups he crushed after plucking from the shallows as he walked.]
It's nice here.
[A gust of wind ripples his cardigan open, which he's pushed up to his elbows and then just wonders about taking off all together. He'll wait a moment yet, trekking back to firmer sand with an obscenely peaceful look on his face. This is his favorite place, he's decided.]
Wish I lived by the beach. I used to be able to run there, but was never quite this close.