It's good to see the sun and feel this place, this place I never thought would feel like home

[cowboy_newsie]

Day: 10
Characters: Reeve Tuesti, Jack Kelly
Summary: Chillaxin' on the beach, yo
Status: Closed; incomplete

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[felis_fidelus]

It was a bit of a surprise when Jack made the suggestion to go outside, and more of a surprise when he'd offered to come along, but-- it was a pleasant surprise. Jack's suggestion made sense, really. Outside of staring directly into the water or at the windows, there really weren't any reflective surfaces to have to deal with. No spectres of the dead miming speech that kept getting easier to read. Just the wind, and the surf, and Jack.

That was actually a very pleasant thought. Not just the idea of being able to walk around in the open when he wanted, with who he wanted, with no worries about what he spoke of or of assassins around the corner or of protesters or... well, it was something Reeve hadn't considered since arriving in this hell. Gaia sometimes felt like a dream; he hadn't even thought about how lucky he was until the conversation had started.

Reeve strolled through the outside doors, eyes catching sight of the tops of them in time to keep himself from walking face-first into the glass. Families did this, he seemed to remember from- the simple walking and talking, casual reminders of the bonds created. It felt right, at least. And that in and of itself meant the world.

Finally glancing down, popping his neck and kicking his shoes off before stepping barefoot into the sand, Reeve gave Jack a broad smile. "I thought you said you were going to warn me about the doors," he teased.