[ he's so caught up watching the waves roll in and out that he barely spares thorns a glance, nor does he notice the direction he's turned. it's a little ironic how often he finds himself gravitating toward water; when they were kids, the beach was probably where they spent most of their time. ]

What happened to being my voice of reason?

[ he snorts. ]

It's not the most practical thing to get a spot for a bike I'd only use two, maybe three seasons out of the year. That on top of insurance. [ even more ironic, how the moment thorns isn't in the equation he gets a lot more sensible. ] But often enough. I've got a few other places like this—some closer, some further. I'm not nearly as social as you seem to think I am. I need my downtime, too.

[ a pause. his gaze lingers on the horizon, then flicks back toward thorns. ]

… Does this make a lame date? I'm so used to only showing people one side of me.