closed for @halfrest. / he swims through reality to the sands of irving and there is the back of freya's blonde head, which will believes he might know anywhere. this belief is founded on psychedelics and would not hold up to major scrutiny; it will be gone in the morning. this isn't a familiarity measuring contest, though - it's a get your high ass to the beach contest, and will has won.
he moves tonelessly until he's up against freya's side, arm brushing arm through cloth (will is not dressed for the beach, but clothes can be removed). the sand proves more inviting than greetings - reality washes him like an ocean wave and he stays under it, goes onto his knees in the day and begins to bury his phone. long time coming, by his reckoning.
