Neal doesn't intend to find Raylan on the beach. He's been largely avoiding people since yesterday, except to check in with Malcolm and promise he's coming for his night. He worked for a little while on the new paper garden, before losing focus. Another walk, and he found himself at the beach.
He's wearing shorts. It feels strange. He hasn't worn shorts, even in summer, since he started wearing the anklet. He hasn't been swimming outside of a private pool in the wee hours when no one else was there. He's tempted to go into the water now, but then he spots (that moment: which one of them is it) Raylan down by the water line. It's the stillness that gives Raylan away--Jeff can't seem to hold himself still for more than a fraction of seconds at a time.
Neal makes his way over, slowly, haltingly, not sure he'll be welcome and not sure what to say to start this conversation.
He stops behind Raylan, a few feet back, prepared for the other man to tell him to leave, not begrudging him the urge if he does it.
going for the beach again because I like it as a setting ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
He's wearing shorts. It feels strange. He hasn't worn shorts, even in summer, since he started wearing the anklet. He hasn't been swimming outside of a private pool in the wee hours when no one else was there. He's tempted to go into the water now, but then he spots (that moment: which one of them is it) Raylan down by the water line. It's the stillness that gives Raylan away--Jeff can't seem to hold himself still for more than a fraction of seconds at a time.
Neal makes his way over, slowly, haltingly, not sure he'll be welcome and not sure what to say to start this conversation.
He stops behind Raylan, a few feet back, prepared for the other man to tell him to leave, not begrudging him the urge if he does it.