Sand

Carson is grateful for Herb's never-ending understanding, and goes to make the call. It's not too much later that he's back again to help pick up the slack, though is quiet about what had happened. He didn't exactly want to think about how wonderfully he'd crashed and burned with this one. He wasn't used to apologizing anyway, let along for something like this, and getting hung up on just put salt in the wound. But...at least he'd done what he could...it relieved the guilt just a little bit, even if it didn't do anything at all for the situation.

Trying to get back to work, he does his best to distract his mind, even though it doesn't work very well. The evening and night were going to be long, spent here by himself.


"Mmm." Scott returns Katie's kiss and grins. "Ice cream sounds great. Frisbee sounds great. Time with you sounds the greatest." He leans up and places another kiss on her forehead. "Then let's say we get back to work so we can actually be done in time to do all this?"


Finding himself getting picked on with no way to audibly defend himself, Kyle goes off on several silent tangents, mouthing words only he knew the meaning off, his arms flailing and not getting anywhere. By the time he and Misty reach the lake, he's reverted to simply throwing her looks instead, letting his facial expressions do all the talking.

Getting out of the car, he steps closer to the beach and closes his eyes, holding his arms out to the side and taking a deep breath of the fresh air. This was his favorite place to go, and this time he was glad he was even alive to come at all.

Turning to Misty, he cocks his head to the water, gesturing for her to come with him. The walk is slow, down the path and into the sand. Closer to the water, Kyle stops and kicks off his shoes and socks, rolling up his jeans pantlegs. The breeze was just a little chilly, but he wasn't willing to put on a jacket over his t-shirt - the air felt too good.

Kicking at the sand a little bit, Kyle looks over at Misty again, his ever-present grin still there. One could tell that a smart remark or a silly comment was right on the tip of his tongue, and he opens his mouth for a moment before remembering he shouldn't. But by the time he'd get the point across any other way, the humor would be lost.

Just shaking his head and rolling his eyes, he glances down the beach a ways to where the larger rocks were. They were a bit away from where they were, but that had never stopped him in the past.

Acting quickly, he reaches out to grab Misty's hand and before she can hold him back, he's pulling her along with him as he sprints for the rocks. His bare feet leave prints in the wet sand by the water as he runs, not caring about the headache he had. Being alive was too thrilling to just sit around and stare at it.