[The type of contact doesn't matter, as long as there is contact. He doesn't mind holding hands for shadowtravel, but he appreciates this gesture. Few people catch on that he doesn't like to be touched without him outright saying so - and in the dark no less.]
Just like last time. Don't let go.
[He knows where the beach is. This trip should be easier, less painful. He goes there all the time. Closing his eyes, he pictures it, sees where he needs to go, and summons the dark to take them there.
He's panting, and his heart is racing, when they spit out on the sand. No hard falls, maybe a bit of a stumble. They can hear the water moving somewhere in front of them.]