[ Jean pulls on the rod as well when Dolph tells him too, almost throwing himself forward and into the water in his excitement. Between the two of them they pull up a fish. It's....
It's not very big, maybe the size of Jean's palm. His pride immediately turns to a frown despite knowing that one can't do everything right on a first try. ]
It was . . . frustrating. I was alone here. I didn't know anyone and I was . . . afraid of everyone. Afraid of getting hurt all over again. So I wanted to be as self-sufficient as quickly as I could be. And that meant fishing.
I sucked at it. A man named Jack Russell was kind enough to help and I . . . appreciated it, though I sucked at telling him that at the time.
[ again, silence. ]
I was . . . really bad at showing it. I didn't — treat everyone well.
[ he doesn't say it's okay, because he's well familiar with the feeling of needing to do more. he doesn't say dolph shouldn't feel that way, now. instead, he turns his head a little to tuck it against Dolph's neck, pressing a kiss there.
.... completely missing that his line gets tugged on. ]
[ Jean plants a kiss on his jaw before the words register. ]
What fi - shit!
[ Jean sits upright and forward quickly, trying to yank on the line and unfortunately losing the fish in his attempt to speedily recover. He looks annoyed, but not so annoyed he can't take a little teasing. He seems to be expecting it as he re-baits the hook. ]
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Now!
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It's not very big, maybe the size of Jean's palm. His pride immediately turns to a frown despite knowing that one can't do everything right on a first try. ]
Well.. at least I got one.
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You should be proud. You did better than me on my first time.
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[ he says it graciously, at least. he wouldn't have caught anything without Dolph. he moves to put more bait on the line, determined to try again.
as he does, though: ]
Tell me about the first time you tried?
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It was . . . frustrating. I was alone here. I didn't know anyone and I was . . . afraid of everyone. Afraid of getting hurt all over again. So I wanted to be as self-sufficient as quickly as I could be. And that meant fishing.
I sucked at it. A man named Jack Russell was kind enough to help and I . . . appreciated it, though I sucked at telling him that at the time.
[ again, silence. ]
I was . . . really bad at showing it. I didn't — treat everyone well.
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That was the past. You've changed since then. I mean, I'm sure I've told you that I was a little shit when I was younger.
[ He slants a smile at him. ]
But we grow.
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Yeah. I wish I could have done more. But this . . . will have to do.
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[ he doesn't say it's okay, because he's well familiar with the feeling of needing to do more. he doesn't say dolph shouldn't feel that way, now. instead, he turns his head a little to tuck it against Dolph's neck, pressing a kiss there.
.... completely missing that his line gets tugged on. ]
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Your fish is going to get away.
spoiler alert he's not going to catch another fish
What fi - shit!
[ Jean sits upright and forward quickly, trying to yank on the line and unfortunately losing the fish in his attempt to speedily recover. He looks annoyed, but not so annoyed he can't take a little teasing. He seems to be expecting it as he re-baits the hook. ]
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dolph laughs. ]
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He's still grumpy about it. ]
Yeah, yeah, yuk it up while you can, Laserhawk.
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You'll get them next time, I'm sure.
wrap? or we can do beachwalkins if you want
[ Spoiler alert: he does not. The tiny fish is his only catch, but at least he has his tall, handsome fiancee to kiss his surliness away. ]
wrap sounds good <3
[ and he cups jean's face to kiss him properly. ]