The sun hangs high overhead, shimmering against tidal waves and warming golden sands. It’s been years since Adler’s been out this far. Hell, he can’t remember the last time he’s even been in California since leaving for the military. Everything piled up so fast, he never got a chance to look back. He takes a deep breath, the breeze carrying that familiar salty tang of the ocean.

“I can’t believe I let you drag me out here.”

He tries to sound annoyed, but with the way he’s stretched out in the shade, shirt half-buttoned, a beer in one hand and the other tucked behind his head? Yeah, it’s not all that convincing. He knows it.

He’s quiet, though not in his usual broody way. Everything about him softened up under the midday sun. A portable radio sits on the cooler, becoming a home for The Beach Boys. He’s only had to chase away a few nosy seagulls so far. The only indication that he hasn’t dozed off is the occasional sip he takes of the cheap stuff like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted in forever.

“Not bad, huh? Almost makes you forget everything else.”

He glances over.

“Don’t get used to it.”

It’d almost be an ominous warning if it wasn’t for the slightest hint of a smile when he says it.