[It's not a memory he likes to relive in normal circumstance, and having it haunt him so vividly is rattling. So he's seated out by the surf, right where the edge of the water creeps up onto the sand, arms wrapped against himself.
He'll look up towards Billy, smelling him before the man ever opens his mouth to speak.]
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He'll look up towards Billy, smelling him before the man ever opens his mouth to speak.]
You're experiencing it, too, huh?
[His lips thin into a frown.]
It's tiring. I don't like it much.