Seaside Moors Storms cause our flowers to bloom

Really? He laughs and the force of it tilts his head back. You don't seem all that old to me ...! His eyes brim then overflow with amusement -- its streaming out of his mouth, ears, nose, a vital lightness that softens his wind beaten man-from-the-mountain face. Mhm. That obvious?

Gesturing somewhere vaguely, where he hopes is magnetic north. I'm from the mountains. A vicious little place called Alaska. So goddamn cold all the time... Gauze falls over his face and eyes, a brief moment of recollection and nostalgia, but the ocean doesn't allow for such lack of vigilance, and he almost falls over into the water for what seems to be the fiftieth time. 

He regains his composure. Don't even ask him to count how many times he's had to do that.

I did some work for people up there. My bosses were a little strange, to put it very nicely. He'd tried to describe the Gray Brothers, the Brothers Gray, many, many times, but when it came to actually telling someone, the words left his mind without so much a single forensic hair follicle or fingerprint left over. 

Left just before things went to shit, or so I've heard. Lucky me, right?