'Tis strange how that one bit just...fell into place, I suppose. It's true. We did that for a time, early on in our acquaintance — played games of romance neither of us meant, for the sake of filling one void or another. It does do the trick, in small measures.

[His brain to mouth filter really is completely gone at this point, and self-inflicted while he's at it. He wiggles his toes where they're buried in the sand, letting the grains get between them.]

They do say absence makes the heart grow fonder. Hard to say whether all this yearning carries much weight to begin with, or if it's just a way of coping with being dead. Not just dead, either; dead and lonely and jealous. I wouldn't wish this place on anyone but sometimes watching Nav and Harrow, and Lu Bixing and his lover — what I wouldn't do for a familiar face, myself.