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  Green never expected himself to come back, but here he is.Â
  Nothing had really changedâsame roadway, same number of streetlights that were starting to dim, same set of stairs that connected to the beach belowâSunyshore City was still, more or less, the same as it had been the first time he visited. His motive for coming, though, was a little different this time around. He had work to do here, actual, honest to goodness fieldwork. It was a refreshing change of environment, donât get him wrong, but even something as fascinating as the ocean gets a little boring after having to surf around in the water more times than your fingers and toes combined can count. (He can still feel the waves when he lays down. Itâs kind of freaky.)Â
  His self-inflicted frustrations leave him in a different position compared to last time. Heâs up by the railings now, overlooking the vast, kind-of-irritating-to-look-at expanses of ocean below. He doesnât really pay attention to his surroundings for the first couple of minutes or so. Itâs hard to find something to focus on, with all the fucking water around him, and every time something does catch his attention his vision decides to get all jumbled and blurred anyways. Maybe he shouldnât go out like this at such ungodly hours, even with the streetlights to help him. A smart thing to think about, but nothing he hasnât already suggested to himself before. Itâs too bad nothing ever follows through.Â
  Eventually, though, his eyes do decide to get their shit together. A look at the beachfront is enough to tell him that, because almost immediately does he see something clearly for once; a person! A living, breathing, standing up straight and hands in their pockets human being. Why he hadnât noticed them before is beyond him, but he definitely canât blame it on his wearinessâwhatever it was, anyway.Â
  Itâs a few seconds after his initial discovery that he makes another one; heâs seen this person before, up-close, talking distance. The slight slouch and awkward mess of hair is, somehow, enough to back that up.Â
  Green, admittedly, has know idea how to approach this. Seeing their roles in a complete reversal has him interested, smiling even, but would it really be right to call the other out? He has no idea what the intentions are behind Volknerâs visit here this late at night, if there are even any to begin with. He certainly doesnât want to come off as annoying or anything like that.Â
  âItâs a nice view, isnât it?â is what he goes with eventually, trying his best not to sound sentimental, nostalgic, even. He finds himself smiling again soon after Volkner, as mildly exasperated and weary as he seemed, looks back at him. Green finds himself unable to think of anything interesting to say after that, though, so he just goes with whatever his mouth feels like spitting out. (Itâs not much.)Â
  âSorry for intruding.âÂ
