Well, a portion of the beach is totally ours. Privately rented. I don't think a coconut's really high up on the risks there, analyst but if you want to take a walk we can. The beach isn't going anywhere though.

[Richie reaches out over the bed and pulls Eddie close, flush up against him, similar to how they slept except halfway through the night Eddie always wound up the big spoon. The love is clear on his face, and the bruising is a faded yellow outline. They had waited just long enough that the signs of the fight weren't about to ruin their vacation photos.]