[ He's busy splashing in the water, first with his big feet and then with his hands, carefully swirling his arm around in the foamy surf when Michael asks that. He turns, thinking for a second. ]
Home. [ he finally says in agreement. This feels like home. Then he looks out toward the horizon in the distance. ]
Friend place no ocean. Far away. [ He's used to being away from the ocean for long periods of time. There was no ocean in the jail place either. He doesn't think about what he misses all too often, but now that he can create whatever he wants - yes. This is what comes to mind. ]
they are neighbors now.... CUTE....
Home. [ he finally says in agreement. This feels like home. Then he looks out toward the horizon in the distance. ]
Friend place no ocean. Far away. [ He's used to being away from the ocean for long periods of time. There was no ocean in the jail place either. He doesn't think about what he misses all too often, but now that he can create whatever he wants - yes. This is what comes to mind. ]