[ While Maine might not really empathize with this kind of sentiment—he doesn't really remember his family and he certainly never had any kind of this as a young kid. But, he understands sentiment. Understands Wash even more, so he's not going to judge him for it. Not even a little bit. ( Not when he can judge him for being a stupid shit and not following doctor's orders. )
So, he doesn't do much beyond sit there, staring out at the waves lapping at the shore. The salty breeze moves over his skin and it's a little sticky and if he didn't know any better, he would say it was all real. Part of him almost wishes it was. ( But, he knows that they'd become too bored if they were retired in a place like this and before long they'd be back into the fray somewhere.
...Well, if Maine were still alive, anyway. )
Lightly, he nudges against Wash's side; he probably doesn't have to say it ( "say it" ), but he rolls a noise out all the same that's asking for Wash to tell him about one of those times they came on vacation to the beach. ]
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So, he doesn't do much beyond sit there, staring out at the waves lapping at the shore. The salty breeze moves over his skin and it's a little sticky and if he didn't know any better, he would say it was all real. Part of him almost wishes it was. ( But, he knows that they'd become too bored if they were retired in a place like this and before long they'd be back into the fray somewhere.
...Well, if Maine were still alive, anyway. )
Lightly, he nudges against Wash's side; he probably doesn't have to say it ( "say it" ), but he rolls a noise out all the same that's asking for Wash to tell him about one of those times they came on vacation to the beach. ]