[ The most surprising thing Rei has shared is that he hasn’t tried turning into stone. Of all places for the little devil to show up, one like this would be at the top of the list. Quincy nearly bristles at mention that he disappeared shortly, but on that further elaborated point, they’re agreed. There is no way that voracious little devil neglected fucking once a month. Quincy makes a mental note: find and check in on him. He has no intentions to disturb what fun Eiden may be off having, only wanting to protect him how he can.

As for Rei wanting to stay: also unsurprising. The man can do whatever he wants. Aside from not eat all of this watermelon; Quincy is watching, holding the last chunk, clearly waiting to foster it upon Rei as well. He isn’t trying to be subtle about it at all.

In the end, Quincy’s grand response to the exposition is a dragged sigh as he closes his eyes. He understands, he doesn’t have any questions, but he’s already so exhausted from the entirety of it all. Worse, he doesn’t even have his own place to go hole up for days to sleep in. Not that the offer of a bed isn’t generous, and already much better than the situation he’s currently in. Bunk beds with five other people. He doesn’t even fit in his allotted twin, his legs hanging off the edge. ]

You said if I stay, and that you plan on staying longer. Do we have a choice in coming or going?

[ He definitely did not agree to come. That said, if the little devil was here, he won’t be leaving. Not that he verbalizes as much. Thinking of where he should settle where he can have some distance, he promptly follows up: ]

Is there a forest here?

[ There’s a beach and animals (if those lifeguards count as such). So. ]