You know, uhh... I've never seen the sea before. My mom used to tell me all sorts of stories about the world. I guess it was to make up for how little I got to go out and see it for myself, y'know? She told me about forests, and mountains, and huge cities... But her favorite thing to talk about had to be the ocean. She'd go into such detail about the tide, and the waves, and about all of the life that the water shelters. And the whole time her eyes would be lit up in this strange way... It was like she was telling the story more to herself than to me.
Damn... Your mom sounds like a pretty cool lady. You sure talk about her a lot, anyway.
Huh? O-oh... I guess you're right, haha. Sorry!
You don't have to apologize, bruh. It's just giving the impression that you don't have anyone else to talk about is all.
Well, that's probably because I don't. There were tons of people I saw on a daily basis, sure, but I mean... I dunno, they never talked to me much. It always seemed like they didn't really care for me. I think they were just there for themselves.
Ugh, tell me about it... I know the type.
Yeah. I guess people like that are pretty common, huh? They weren't cruel or mean or anything, but... *sigh*. They made me feel terrible anyway. I don't think there's anything more lonely than being surrounded by people who don't care about you...
Hey, uhh... You said you like the ocean, right?
Huh? Yeah, I do. Why?
Well - And this is all just me thinkin' out loud, who knows if Commie'll give us free time to go through with it, but - I was wonderin'... See that beach down there? How'd you like me to take ya' sometime?
F-for real? That'd be... T-that'd be amazing!! But you don't have to do that for me. Really.
Nah, fuck it. It'd be fun, yeah? So we'll do it.
Thanks so much, man...