'Wasn't,' he mutters, almost too quiet to be heard. Because he's tired of feeling like this, tired of being at the whim of a multitude of painful memories, tired of feeling tired. He'd give a lot to be able to lie in some proper sun, after a warm swim and...whatever else might happen.

It's not sensible, and he can't suggest it, after what he's said. But he just wants something to be different now, anything to pull towards something good.

It doesn't matter. He steps on to the sand, glad he's wearing boots so none of it will get in his toes. Maybe just a change of scenery will do it.

'Want to sit for a bit?'