"Yeah." Tim echoes the sentiment quietly, digging hands into his pockets. He remembers being here or - somewhere like here, but he's not sure how or with who. Dreams are funny like that. "Basically my reaction too."
He shoots a glance at Jay, sidelong and vaguely curious. With all the shit between them, they only once or twice discussed anything of their lives from before. Sitting in his apartment, Jay had said, doing nothing. Tim's life had been choked in white walls and paperwork and a thinly concealed terror of things that weren't there but always were, all along - but he'd never wondered about whether Jay had ever gone out of state, when that had never been a luxury for Tim.
"Ever been?" he asks, jerking his chin at the foam-tipped waves.
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He shoots a glance at Jay, sidelong and vaguely curious. With all the shit between them, they only once or twice discussed anything of their lives from before. Sitting in his apartment, Jay had said, doing nothing. Tim's life had been choked in white walls and paperwork and a thinly concealed terror of things that weren't there but always were, all along - but he'd never wondered about whether Jay had ever gone out of state, when that had never been a luxury for Tim.
"Ever been?" he asks, jerking his chin at the foam-tipped waves.