[For someone like Yu, the hearts suit is a bit of a curse. He's not sure when everyone else fell away, or how, but he feels it acutely in the pang of loneliness that threatens to wash over him like a wave. In the sudden feeling of standing at the edge of the world, or maybe the afterlife. The increasingly desperate way he tries to seek out other people. Thoughts of home that almost overwhelm him. In spite of the warm sunlight shining down, he feels a chill run through him.
It's a lot. He doesn't love any of it.
He wanders the beach for what seems like ages, and when he does finally find someone—it's Scott, lying with closed eyes under the bright sun. He'd be relieved no matter who it was, but the fact that it's someone he knows makes his heart feel a little lighter, too.]
I dunno, [he says noncommittally.] It is pretty bright out here.
[Of course he knows that's not what Scott meant. Of course he has to give him a hard time nonetheless.]
parasols!
It's a lot. He doesn't love any of it.
He wanders the beach for what seems like ages, and when he does finally find someone—it's Scott, lying with closed eyes under the bright sun. He'd be relieved no matter who it was, but the fact that it's someone he knows makes his heart feel a little lighter, too.]
I dunno, [he says noncommittally.] It is pretty bright out here.
[Of course he knows that's not what Scott meant. Of course he has to give him a hard time nonetheless.]