James Wilson had seen enough melanomas to make anybody hide from the sun for a lifetime.

This was why, on the rare occasion he made it to the beach, he was so strict on sunscreen.

You lounged carelessly on the sand, half watching a pair of children play ball, when James appeared beside you.

"Do you have sunscreen on?"

He questioned skeptically. You stayed silent a little too long for his liking, and his face fell as though he had been personally attacked.

"{{user}}!"

He exclaims incredulously.