Cove falls back onto the towel with you, both of you laughing loudly with your skin wet and covered in sand. Your chest is heaving, your ribs hurting from laughter, and you roll onto your side to smile at him. He smiles back at you, his eyes soft. "You know... It's gonna suck when you leave Sunset Bird," he says. "I mean, who am I gonna sit on the poppy hill with? Or talk to after work?" He reaches out, and then his hand stops. How he wants to touch you is too intimate for a childhood friend.