Jackson didn't have much to gather up honestly. He found swim trunks he fit into and started heading out, the bottle Bella had offered him in one hand and a towel and his journal in the other. He found himself almost enjoying the fact that he was here, able to drown out the noise in his head with music and a few friends he trusted. There weren't many he let close, so the people that were- that had been for years- occasionally worked their way back through his defenses. Bella and Rene, Elsa, Adrian, they all had their paths to get to him. Music, alcohol, food. They were all needed in his life and each of his friends could provide at least one.
When he reached the side of the lake he looked at Rene for a moment before quietly sitting by his side. He wouldn't disturb the other boy's pensive mood, just wait until he spoke. It was a nice sight, the view he was looking on, though it wasn't really something he had ever much focused on. Music was his first passion, and so he was rarely out when twilight and night were falling. Recitals were in the evening for the most part. He took a gulp from his bottle, though otherwise he was silent and still as he looked forward.