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Kohala Coast, Hawaii | Evening | Sunday | February 20

As the sun gave way to the moon, the lights around the Big Island started coming on, brightening up the dark sky. Night falling just meant several new ways for the guests to enjoy themselves! A slight wind ruffled the palm trees but the temperature remained warm, making it comfortable enough to take long walks on the beach or just enjoy gazing up at the clear night sky.

There was still plenty to do, though! Nighttime activities were starting to swing into motion, music was wafting along the breeze, drawing people towards it's rhythmic sounds, and the smells of Hawaiian dishes were prevalent.

It was nighttime in Hawaii and the vacation had just begun!

[OCD is up! Guest Quarters | Resort Activities | Dining | Luana Lounge | Kahakai Bar Oceanfront | OOC This is going up early for maximum play time for all timezones!]

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"I just wanted to go home, Ben." He felt like he should be tensing over the contact, but he wasn't. He leaned into it instead, taking the comfort for once without question. "That's all. I just wanted to go home and be a normal kid, even if I didn't know how."

Edited 2011-02-22 04:14 (UTC)

Ben's arms tightened around him, giving the hug he'd been wanting to for weeks. "I know," he whispered, "and it's beyond unfair that you can't do that."

"I never expected anything to be fair," Ender replied, but then he was hugging Ben back, chin on his shoulder. He didn't sob, though he made a little pained noise in the back of his throat-- not just for the Earth, which was lost anyway, but for Peter who had asked for approval of all things, Bean and Petra and Alai and everyone else tearing themselves to shreds back home, for Karla and for all the bad stuff that had happened over the past year.

It was impulsive. He might feel silly for it later. Or maybe not. Ben had a tendency to coax him into the odd impulse.

Ben, for his part, rubbed little circles on Ender's back and murmured all of the useless, meaningless things that you do when people are in pain and it's too awkward to just sit there and watch.

He could have said more, or cried more, or expressed more aloud; but he was Ender, and for his standards this was an already almost intolerable display.

So after the few, sluggish beats of time where this had seemed necessary, when he'd been feeling all of this, he murmured a wry, tired, "Do you think stuff like that ever works for anyone?" It was half a joke, half not, and he really didn't mean it to embarrass or mock Ben.

"Not really," Ben admitted, pulling back just a little bit, "but it's better than saying nothing at all."

Ender's mouth twitched into a tiny smile in answer. He pulled back more himself, not willing and not quite trusting to stick too far in Ben's personal space.

He turned over and flopped back into the sand, completely prone now. "Empty spaces," he said, "Bane of our existence."

"Maybe," Ben replied, flopping next to Ender. He stared up at the stars and thought that he was going to have to either get rid of his shirt or deal with sand trickling down his neck.

"A little bit of space isn't always a bad thing," he continued. "It just depends when and where."

Ender slipped his arms behind his head to function as a shield against the worst of the sand, though most of it didn't really seem to bother him. "I won't argue that," he said, taking a deep breath of air and staring up, too.

"Feeling a little better now?" Ben asked after a moment.

Because for all of his talk of space, he didn't really mean as it would apply to him.

"I've been worse," Ender answered, laconically. He felt strangely drained, most of all, but he had no idea where that fell on the better-or-worse scale.

He glanced at Ben from the corner of his eyes.

Ben gazed back, eyes steady. "That's not exactly a ringing endorsement, kreetle."

"No," Ender answered, "But it's the best I've got." He took another breath, then let it flow out steadily.

Are you proud of me?

Damn, Peter. Seventeen years, and you still can't leave me alone.

"What are you thinking about?" Ben asked quietly, staring at the stars.

Ender blinked up at them himself, wondering for a moment if he could just get lost between the stars and stop caring about any of this. Probably not.

"Peter."

Ben wasn't surprised to find out Peter was at the heart of a problem, but he was a little shocked to hear Ender admit it so readily. "Oh?"

Well, Ben could let go of that shock right around now. "Yeah," said Ender, "Peter," but failed to elaborate further.

His family was messed up enough that some things were hard enough to explain to Valentine, let alone an outsider, and he felt too drained to put in the energy to try.

Ben's lips quirked up in sympathy. He wasn't ever eager to talk about Jacen, so he understood--more than understood--Ender's reticence.

He reached over and gently tousled Ender's hair.

Ender sent him a small, slightly amused smile. "You're going to be feeling that sand in the morning."

"I'm feeling it now," he said, smiling back. "I'll get over it."

"Fair enough."

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