for Chase: 15 June

[sortofaman]

Peter: You remember when we first met? It was on the beach. I thought you were everything I'd always wanted.
Mary: I thought you were so underfed.
The Doctor, when the talking was done, went down to the beach. He wasn't certain how much more talking he could do today, but this

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[dr_robchase]

He had been swimming, working off the last traces of pot in his system and yeah, he'd wound up crying some in the waves, where salt water would combine with tears and make it all wash away. Without the Doctor there to yell at him, he'd gone the half-mile out, swimming parallel to shore like he might die in a minute, so damn hard, until his legs were worn and his arms hurt and he slowly stopped.

And there the Doctor was on shore.

Now or never.

He slowly swam back, stopping so that there was distance. "Is she okay?" he asked, quietly.

[sortofaman]

The Doctor looked back at him, chewing nervously on his lower lip. "I think she was expecting worse," he said, hands stuffed in his pockets. "I think she'll be all right. Rob..."

He wasn't sure what to say next.

[dr_robchase]

He wandered from the surf to where he'd put several towels and dry clothes as he just dried off, cool fingers brushing at hot, red eyes. "That's good," he offered, mildly. "That things are good."

[sortofaman]

The Doctor walked over, able to tell that Chase's eyes weren't from the salt water. "I told her about us," he said, still standing with his hands in his pockets.