“The Pacific Ocean is very beautiful.” Jean’s voice is even and steady and Jeremy can’t help but look up at him with a wide, owlish gaze, like he’s found something solid in the midst of the sea. Jean isn’t looking at him. The light from the stars and moon reflect in his eyes. There are so few places where you can still see stars in L.A. but the ocean provides a quiet darkness that lets them shine through the lights and smog. Ethereal. Dangerous. Also confusing. He has no idea why Jean has broached this particular train of thought, but it’s nice to let him fill the silence so Jeremy doesn’t have to. “Cat showed me the big road. Highway. The uh—” He waves a hand in lieu of remembering the name. “It went along the coastline. I had not seen anything like it.” “Pacific Coast Highway,” Jeremy supplies. His voice is rough but Jean doesn’t react except to nod. “She said it goes for miles, all along California. Your state is disturbingly large.” It startles a chuckle out of Jeremy and he feels some of the stiffness of his shoulders relax. The voices of their crew are distant, a low and harmonious hum far enough to afford them privacy but close enough to know they are still present and accounted for. His heart squeezes with warmth at all of these small and infinitely significant kindnesses, given without asking.
when i tell you im FINALLY working on this fic again, im WORKING on it. anyway, have some weird non-flirting at the beach ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و
