Listen to the waves, they’ll remind you of us

“Do you think you’d ever run away?”The question caught Jeremy by surprise, he could see. Pale eyebrows furrowed as he gazed thoughtfully at the waves.“Maybe. If it was for a good reason.”They sat down on a bench, and Mike’s hand lay between them, just enough that if, for example, someone wanted to hold it, they could. Theoretically.“What kind of reason?”He kept his eyes in the sky, turning bluer by the minute, and not on Jeremy. Anywhere but him.“Well, I don’t know..adventure? Love?”His pinkie threaded through Mike’s, and they met eyes, their faces so close that their noses brushed, so close that Mike could count every one of his perfect, beautiful freckles.“You.”