That settles a great deal, doesn't it? Some additional thread of tension finally uncoils and slithers free as Taylor tugs him down to the sand, and Locus obliges with a grunt, careful not to spill what's left in the bottle. Instead he remains sitting up, leaning in towards them with one hand braced in the sand, and the other lifting said bottle for another swig.
"Friends."
People he trusts, people he feels safe around. That's worth a great deal. And if all of this is in the name of friendship? He feels a little less ridiculous about enduring the flower crown, at least.
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Well then.
That settles a great deal, doesn't it? Some additional thread of tension finally uncoils and slithers free as Taylor tugs him down to the sand, and Locus obliges with a grunt, careful not to spill what's left in the bottle. Instead he remains sitting up, leaning in towards them with one hand braced in the sand, and the other lifting said bottle for another swig.
"Friends."
People he trusts, people he feels safe around. That's worth a great deal. And if all of this is in the name of friendship? He feels a little less ridiculous about enduring the flower crown, at least.