Fisher watched out the window with James, seeing the same dark ocean, same waves crashing, but his thoughts totally different. He thought about how easy it would be to be lost out there, to vanish into the blackness and never be found again. How easily the ocean could kill you.
Shaken from his morbid thoughts, Fisher looked over at James and nodded, grabbing the bottle from the jacket pocket and handing it over. Chocolate sounded really great, so he went in immediate search of it. Smiling, he peeled open the foil wrap and took a bite, closing his eyes to savor it. Simple things like chocolate were so long forgotten to him. He was high, freshly climaxed, and eating chocolate in a lighthouse when he was supposed to be laying on a shitty bed with a nurse staring at him.
"This is probably the best date I've ever been on," he said idly, taking another nibble from the chocolate bar. He glanced sideways at James, a shy smile on his face.