Coconut Grove this town is wasted and alone.

The boy went on to actually introduce himself. The story made him smirk a little. It resonated with him--he'd been quite the traveler once upon a time. He'd never considered his reluctance to stay in one place to be due to itchy feet, though he appreciated the term.

He shook his head at the question. "Passing through, I guess," he replied. He hadn't left the grove in weeks, but he did plan to eventually. Someday. Maybe. Once he figured out his shit.

"A pretty girl, though, huh?" Penn questioned, a little bit wanting to live vicariously through this boy who was starting to remind him a lot of himself (a kinder, sweeter version anyway), "You ever think about asking her to go with you?" His mind drifted to Fenn and that familiar pang of longing stirred up in him. He thought about her often, unable to help himself. The beach had been one of their favorite haunts back in the day. Back before he fucked everything up.