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confidencemanOnly after he's asked the opinions of practically every parent he knows in Darrow does Sawyer finally work up the courage to take Cleo to the beach. It's not a place he's gone to often, in spite of how he's been in the city for well over half a year. Even if the beach doesn't closely resemble the tropical climates he'd been in for years before arriving, he still can't look out at the water without expecting something to come out of it. Without imagining himself hurtling down, stomach flipping and turning on end, bracing for the impact.
Hell, he arrived here on a crashing plane. Sawyer thinks he's permitted a little nervousness.
But the weather's gotten a little warmer, and Cleo's old enough to be taken out for longer periods of time. There are only so many trips that Sawyer can make to the park before it gets a bit old, so he decides to take her by the water today.
It turns out that she loves it, the lapping and blinking of the sun over the waves. He's already caught her simply staring into the ocean several times, mouth agape and hands gently fisted in his coat. It's downright adorable, and makes the trip worth it.
The weather's not warm enough to let her dip her toes in the water, but Sawyer treks up to an abandoned pail by the side of the water and eases it deeper into the sand, sitting himself on top of the tired red plastic. He rests Cleo on his legs, letting her lie against his chest as she stares out at the water.
It's peaceful.
Hell, he arrived here on a crashing plane. Sawyer thinks he's permitted a little nervousness.
But the weather's gotten a little warmer, and Cleo's old enough to be taken out for longer periods of time. There are only so many trips that Sawyer can make to the park before it gets a bit old, so he decides to take her by the water today.
It turns out that she loves it, the lapping and blinking of the sun over the waves. He's already caught her simply staring into the ocean several times, mouth agape and hands gently fisted in his coat. It's downright adorable, and makes the trip worth it.
The weather's not warm enough to let her dip her toes in the water, but Sawyer treks up to an abandoned pail by the side of the water and eases it deeper into the sand, sitting himself on top of the tired red plastic. He rests Cleo on his legs, letting her lie against his chest as she stares out at the water.
It's peaceful.