Shane was quiet as he sat on the dock, his feet dangling just above the water. The rain caused his hair to stick to his forehead, but he didn’t really notice. His hand was clasped around a can of beer, half-empty and pretty watery from sitting in the rain.

He hardly reacted when the footsteps clunked lightly on the wood, walking down behind him. As they sat next to him, though, he held out one of the unopened cans, his eyes slowly drifting over.

“Thirsty?” he murmured as the rain softened all noise of the night. It didn't feel quite right to speak above a murmur right now.