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It's amazing how quickly Brad's day goes to fucking shit.
After Nate turned and walked away, Brad had stayed for a while, finishing the methodical job on his board, running the whole thing over in his head. What he'd said to Nate, that had been a low fucking blow, but something in Brad had been so riled up by the whole thing, by how pissed Nate had been, by the implication that he'd somehow broken a rule he hadn't known was there by seeing Terry.
And then Nate had looked at him like that and walked away.
Fuck.
Brad sits on the beach until a long time after dark. When he feels this shitty, usually, he'd go to Nate or Ray. Nate's obviously out, and Brad's not sure he wants Ray involved in any of this fucking mess.
Which leaves him one, new place to go.
He finds himself at Terry's door, hands in his pockets, and he doesn't know what he's feeling anymore, but he does know that there's nowhere else on the island he wants to be.
After Nate turned and walked away, Brad had stayed for a while, finishing the methodical job on his board, running the whole thing over in his head. What he'd said to Nate, that had been a low fucking blow, but something in Brad had been so riled up by the whole thing, by how pissed Nate had been, by the implication that he'd somehow broken a rule he hadn't known was there by seeing Terry.
And then Nate had looked at him like that and walked away.
Fuck.
Brad sits on the beach until a long time after dark. When he feels this shitty, usually, he'd go to Nate or Ray. Nate's obviously out, and Brad's not sure he wants Ray involved in any of this fucking mess.
Which leaves him one, new place to go.
He finds himself at Terry's door, hands in his pockets, and he doesn't know what he's feeling anymore, but he does know that there's nowhere else on the island he wants to be.