It made him smile some to hear how the man found this that relaxing. He was glad to give Beard the chance to wind down and take a breather from work. Everything he did for Beard, really, felt like the least he could do after all the man had done for him.
He had another drink of his cider while the other took up some of the candy from the store, and gazed over at mention of the water. Jacket glanced toward the sea, smiled. âWhat..?â A tinge of teasing, almost a scoff. âIâll followâŠâ No reluctance whatsoever, but instead a tone that suggested his answer was obvious. âWater might be kinda chilly though,â Jacket cautioned quietly. The water being cooler felt good during the day with the sun beating down, but closer to sunset and certainly after, it sometimes felt a little too cold for comfort. Or at least, it became harder to warm up after getting out of the water then.
Jacket followed suit, taking a moment to stick his drink in the sand before standing. In fairness, he had worn his swim trunks - just because they were suitable for the beach. But he pulled out of his letterman, neatly folded it to set it down - in contrast to when he pulled his shirt off and just dropped it.
Contrary to Beardâs weight gain, Jacket had in fact lost a bit of weight since the military. But not much; and as was particularly evident without a shirt on, he remained very muscled and athletic. Also more evident without a shirt on were the scars that littered his frame, only half of them being from his time in the army. True to his word, he followed after Beard toward the water, glancing for the fire briefly and considering that he might have to get it going again if it died down while they were away.
"That's alright with me," he began, grinning at the idea of the water being too cold. "I'm hot blooded. Comes with the hair, you know." As if to prove his point, he carefully jogged over the sand and picked up the pace once he got to the water's edge. It splashed around his feet, gathered beneath with the flow of the tide, and as he came across a small wave he lifted his legs higher to cross through it.
It was definitely cold compared to how warm it undoubtedly was during the early hours of the day, but that didn't deter him any. He dove in once it was deep enough, thoroughly wetting down the entirety of his body then pushed back up a few yards later, his teeth mildly chattering. He kept moving, though, trying to get used to the temperature.
"Not so bad!" The water wasn't, but the wild tangle of his hair? That was a different story. He tried to tame it by pushing his fingers through, combing the wet length back away from his face and off of his freckled shoulders. Keeping upon the balls of his feet, he pushed up now and then when a low wave curled its way toward his back.Â
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