Stavanger Bay dreams, like coins down a well

This can be deleted if you're not ready, but aaaahhhh I couldn't resist!!

He didn't stop at the island, as he'd planned. He'd meant to. But then he was there, at the shore just before the sand bridge, and he realized he just couldn't. Something had been rubbed raw within him, something that chafed and burned at the thought of seeing anyone at all.
There was no point in visiting a pretty girl if he was just going to be a downer the whole time. So he moved on, following the edges of the land in the opposite direction. It felt like wasting time on purpose. Maybe that was what he needed just now.
He didn't expect to see something familiar as he wandered. Someone familiar. That grey-on-gold fur, that slim dancer's build; it was impossible to mistake. Maybe someone less familiar with the twins would have had a hard time telling which one it was, but Tybault knew.
Evander? Was all he could say for a moment, when he was close enough. Then: What the fuck?