"You've been there?" Van blinked, at once looking both envious and annoyed. How could this brute have been to Van's homeland and have such fond memories when Van had none? Van knew his herd was to blame for abandoning him, but it still irritated him that Brendan had seen it. It tarnished it, somehow.
"Yeah. Florida." Van shook his head and looked out at the ocean, not even to enjoy the view of the tall boy stretching. He wouldn't tell Brendan now that he was born in Scotland. Wouldn't give him that satisfaction.
Moodily, Van flung a rock off the cliff and took another drag from their shared blunt.