Francis nodded in thought. "I can totally get hating the ocean and the beach. Yep, hate it, the sand, fish, waves, you name it."

He didn't care about the beach since his love was for the fields and tall grass that could hide so much from the world. He looked up in thought.

"I hate... " he considered things. Hypocrites and double standards. He hated the thick dangerous line between everyone else and the poor and how guarded it was. But he shrugged. "I hate god." That much was very true.

"But if you can't find yourself being able to, I understand." He finally pushed away his emptied drink and rest his chin o ln the palm of his hand as he looked at his companion for the evening. He felt the warmth fill him and even if he was a little cold still, he didn't feel it.