[ The salt and the wind are a refreshing break— it's not often that Gus moves away from Paris, and while the Seine delivers on glittering water and romantic sunsets, there's something unique about the ocean. Sprawling and infinite.
He throws his arms out, tilts his chin up to the light. Never has he wanted to photosynthesize more than he does at this precise moment. ]
—No, this is great! Thanks, Iona.
[ And his smile is as genuine as always, big and vibrant, as he kicks off his shoes and patters towards Iona, bare feet digging in sand. ]
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He throws his arms out, tilts his chin up to the light. Never has he wanted to photosynthesize more than he does at this precise moment. ]
—No, this is great! Thanks, Iona.
[ And his smile is as genuine as always, big and vibrant, as he kicks off his shoes and patters towards Iona, bare feet digging in sand. ]
Come on, come here!