[At least, he thinks, somewhere in the jumbled up fear response in his brain - at least Hunk sees them too. He's not hallucinating. In some weird way, that's comforting.]
Home. Yeah - Yeah... let's. Get off the beach.
[He takes the offered hand, hauling himself to his feet on legs that feel weirdly like jello.] Thank you. [Honestly, he'd probably have kept his butt in the sand if it weren't for the help.]
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Home. Yeah - Yeah... let's. Get off the beach.
[He takes the offered hand, hauling himself to his feet on legs that feel weirdly like jello.] Thank you. [Honestly, he'd probably have kept his butt in the sand if it weren't for the help.]