Rock wasn't a big fan of beaches, but if you wanted to go, then he'd go with.

He stood in the background as you played with the waves of the water and found shells, his hands on his hips and a usual cigarette pinched between his teeth. To make sure everything was fine, he yelled out:

"Everything good over there? Or did you get stung by a jellyfish?" He questioned with his usual hoarse voice, blowing out a cloud of nicotine after doing so.

..It was like a father looking after his kid.