"I've never been good with goodbyes."
He runs his fingers through his hair, then crams his hands back in his pockets. It's cold and the salty sea air makes his leg hurt.
"Was hoping maybe you'd be here. Far fetched, but--"
He shrugs.
"Glad you are."
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"I've never been good with goodbyes."
He runs his fingers through his hair, then crams his hands back in his pockets. It's cold and the salty sea air makes his leg hurt.
"Was hoping maybe you'd be here. Far fetched, but--"
He shrugs.
"Glad you are."