Bramblepoint the good ol' rock 'n roll roadshow

Acheron echoed his sentiment, and Tuvaq relaxed further, an audible sigh of relief escaping him. It felt nice, to be wanted like this. It was weird, obviously, but... in a good way. The blond scooted more firmly against the freckled boy, his eyes falling shut. They had each other. Maybe that was enough, really. 

"We could do anything we wanted," he replied softly, unknowingly echoing Acheron's own thoughts. "But... I think somewhere with a lot of water. I've heard of oceans before, big places of water that are like rivers but... more. And I've never been." There had to be some fun stuff to explore there, Tuvaq thought. He couldn't really swim or anything, but he'd love to see the place. The indigenous life. The loud waves. "Could we?" His tone hopeful, Tuvaq turned his head a bit to look back at the other boy. If he didn't want to, they wouldn't go.