[He has to swallow down something that lurches up. Might be breakfast, might be his heart. Fights to keep his tone even.] You'd have preferred us. [A question, if without the question mark.
After a few more settling moments, he squats down to chuck his kicks off, and dips his toes in the sand.
no subject
After a few more settling moments, he squats down to chuck his kicks off, and dips his toes in the sand.
Feels real.]
You aren't my preference, for specter or poison.