Vic and I were the only two left awake, sitting on the beach as the sky began to brighten. We'd been telling funny stories the last few hours, until Toby left and then we just sat there in a peaceful quiet, focused more on the waking seagulls and ocean waves crashing. Until Vic finally spoke.
"Do you wanna talk about Adam?"
"Nah. Do you wanna talk about Arizona?"
"It was awful," he admitted, shaking his head. "Seeing what they're doing to those kids. Having proof of how corrupt the system is. I don't know know how much longer I can do this. It's too depressing." Vic paused, gazing out at the horizon, probably remembering some of the horrors he'd witnessed. Then he looked back at me. "I'm sure you can relate."
"Yeah, social work school was the most depressing two years of my life."
"I remember."
"Is it possible to do lighter topics? Wasn't there a reporter who did a series about bdsm and kink?"
Vic shrugged. "Yeah, I know who you're talking about. But my team doesn't do those kinds of assignments. I would have to apply to switch departments which seems like a pain in the ass. But I dunno. Maybe it would be worth it." He took a long drag off the joint, looking at me when he passed it back. "Are you okay?"
I didn't really know how to answer. "I think I'm starting to fall for Gabe..."
"Starting to? Honey... you've been into him for a minute."
I rolled my eyes, thankful it was still dark enough he couldn't see me blush. "Maybe. But I think he could be into me, too."
"And Adam?"
"It's time to break up with him. But I dunno how."
"Him cancelling on this trip was the final straw?"
"Probably should've happened sooner. It's so hard to let go."
Vic threw an arm over my shoulder and squeezed me tight. "You gotta do what's best for you."
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