Sly Fox Sand Dunes [m]e and you and awkward silence

she joined him at the poolside and they drank together. the flavorless liquid had never tasted so divine before, even with the subtle grainy texture that lingered in his mouth. at least he knew now he would not die of thirst.

it was her turn to ask the questions, and so when his thirst was quenched he pulled himself from the water's edge and sat to mirror her own position. "no pack, no wife, no kids." responsibilities. they were not desired, not when he still had the vigor to see the world and what it had to offer. settling down was for the lovesick and oldies, neither of which he was apart of.

"don't know what i'll do next. maybe i'll climb a mountain, swim in the ocean, explore a cave, find a lover." the last of his options was aided by suggestive, playful eyes. "that's the beauty of traveling alone i suppose," he paused for a moment, as if to reminisce on past events, "there's nothing holding me back from my next adventure."