"The sea talks to me. It tells me of the world, of places I've been, places I've yet to go, and places never meant to be visited. It talks son, so listen"
Kain Fuery's father used to say that. Kain hadn't ever really liked the sea. It was loud and cold and unsafe. He never took his advice. He liked it where he was, on the sand with a book and the warm sun.
He was so focused on the story, he didn't notice the presence until he was wrapped up in wet arms and having his ear kissed. "Miss me?" the whispered words made him melt like butter.
His lover loved the sea and waves. Father would have like him. Kain felt happy. He always was when he was in jean havoc's arms.
Father definitely would have like him and would have loved the fact I found someone. Maybe father was right about the sea.
Jean seemed to think so. And he loved jean, so he would consider the idea. It wouldn't kill him to listen to the sea or his beloved.