"I don't envy you there..." he shakes his head, almost cracking a joke about letting her use his shower - and narrowly avoiding putting his foot firmly back in his mouth.

The sand crumbles under their feet as they walk down the beach toward a bench that's thankfully quiet - if the tide came in at dusk instead of after nine it'd be just like the romantic comedies Gus will never admit to owning on Blue-Ray... and he might just end up making a fool of himself for the simple reason that it seemed like the thing to do at the time. Instead, he sits down at one end and turns to put his knee up on the bench and face the girl.

"This is nice."