[ He watches her wade into the surf, feeling another uneasy twinge in his breast. He's felt it often enough that he doesn't bother to assign a name to it. Whether it's 'guilt' or 'self-loathing', it's a constant companion by now.

What does it feel like to laugh like there's no tomorrow waiting? ]

If we...

[ He falters, biting his lip. ]

If we returned to the city, briefly, and bought something to wear... It is not too late in the day to take a swim.