“No kidding,” he dusts some sand off his hat. Despite the cascade, he could feel there was at least three times as much inside the hat. “Guess he just needs some of that outdoor experience, like we’ve got.”

Finn smiles a little thinly. Usually a good monster fight had him laughing and grinning, the whole “jaws of death” situation was like candy to him. A different time this might have been the perfect cherry on an otherwise boring, regular trip to the beach.

But Finn didn’t seem energized. He looked scuffed up and wet, and tired. Small.

“You really saved our butts back there…”