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Sunset on the beach. He's seen a lot of sunsets on a lot of beaches, unless they were really all one, which he sometimes feels sure they were. But this is a different one, and thought it still doesn't feel like home - though it still reminds him at times of how homeless he essentially is, once everything else is stripped away from him - he enjoys it. The sea, the sky. Boundary conditions.

It's still cool, nowhere near warm enough for swimming, and the girls are wearing hoodies. But they're running through the sand, laughing, and after the sun goes down he'll take them down the boardwalk for hot dogs.

He's been lost in death for a long time, and he feels at home there and will go back there, but for now life is where he feels like he belongs. He draws his knees up against his chest, picks up a handful of sand and lets it slip through his fingers.

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The weather's started warming up, but Jesse still feels like he's jumping the gun on going to the beach, even if he's still in jeans and a jacket when he goes. But there aren't exactly any beaches near ABQ, and Jesse's only even been to one a handful of times to begin with,

He hears and notices Mike's kids before he seems Mike, and almost decides to head in the other direction. He hasn't forgotten what they talked about in the diner that day, and it's still weird as hell to see him with his kids after all that. Not that Jesse's gonna say so, because he knows that none of that shit matter when it comes to Mike and his kids. It's like, separate. He knows how that goes; he's been there before, even if it wasn't his kid or anything.

"Uh, hey," Jesse says, and he waves, just as soon as he's close enough that he thinks Mike'll hear him.

He looks up as the girls do, and they wave and yell "Hiiii!" before going back to whatever mysterious twin-game they've just invented.

"Hey." This doesn't exactly feel awkward from his end, but looking at the set of Jesse's shoulders, he guesses that it does from the other. "What's up?"

He shrugs; it's not as if he's ever really up to much these days. It's good, really. Most of the time he's pretty stoked about it, and he's not sure that's gonna change any time soon. Mostly because the alternative pretty much sucks ass.

"So, the beach, huh?" he asks, and he squints up into the sun for a second before looking back at Mike, "It's weird. We, uh, we don't have one back home. You know, unless you're gonna drive to Mexico, and who the hell wants to do that, you know?"

"Can't imagine." In truth he can imagine plenty of reasons why one might want to drive to Mexico, for the beach or otherwise, but they don't seem worth laying out.

He nods at the girls. "Keep them inside too long, their heads start spinning around and they levitate the cats. It's really something."

"But not like, for real though, right?" Jesse says, his eyes a little wide for a second. It might seem like a dumb question, but who the hell even knows how these things go down in Darrow. Maybe some shit went down that he doesn't know about or something.

He laughs. "No, not for real. Christ, my life is weird enough."

He nods to the patch of sand beside him, brushing grains off his palm. "Wanna sit?"

Jesse lets out a nervous huff of laughter and sits. Because fuck knows Mike's life just keeps seeming more complicated, the more he finds out about it.

"So where does the ocean even like, go?" Jesse asks, mostly just filling silence, "I mean, the end of town just loops around, so if you go out in a boat, do you just end up washing up in the middle of the street on the other side of the city?"

"I dunno." His expression turns thoughtful as he gives the question honest consideration. "Kinda wondered the same thing about the island before this. What would happen if you got a boat and just... Went."

He shrugs. It sort of still happened to someone else. Someone he's not. "Never tried it. Something always held me back."

"You could always just pack everyone up in a boat and go for it," Jesse says, but he knows it's all bullshit anyway. People don't leave Darrow, and if it was as easy as just going out by boat, somebody would have probably done it by now.

"There's gotta be a force field or something. And invisible one."

"Wouldn't even if there was a way. Where the fuck would I go back to? And why the fuck would I take them with me?" He raises his voice slightly. "Mack, don't throw sand at your sister."

He shakes his head, still staring off at the horizon. "This place has almost everything I want."

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