There's a pause before the name comes out as a curse, knowing she won't believe him. "Lucas. Fucking Lucas."
He lets her go, hands going to his pajama pants. For a moment he watches her enjoy the place before he walks forward, digging his toes into the sand. He stops at the edge of the water line, seating himself without a care, hunched over and crossed arms resting on his knees. "I thought so too. It's more calming than anything else."