[Neil]

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On the beach, sitting on a towel near the water, watching Sam as she plays in the shallow water, Mathias wishes his cast was off already. He has only a few days left, hopefully, but he wants to be in that water with her now, he wants to be diving and swimming and surfing, but he still can't do any of those things. It isn't that he's in a bad mood, just that he's feeling restless and restricted. Though no one would know it to look at him, he's also faintly troubled about his actions lately.

It's something he'd done as a much younger man, after his heart had been broken, visiting pubs with Henrich, getting drunk and ending up in bed with a girl he hadn't known. He's always thought he's grown out of that, but apparently he hasn't. His heart is broken and so he's looked for something to drown that out, but the problem with doing that on the island is that no one is really a stranger.

Not that he had even tried to seek out someone he didn't know. Lost in his own thoughts, he doesn't notice the dogs sniffing around Sam at first.

"King, no!" he calls when the big dogs knocks her over and for a moment she just looks at Mathias, as if she's deciding whether or not she wants to cry, then begins to whimper. It's a bit of a display, but eventually Mathias manages to heave himself to his feet and hops across the sand to where Sam is sitting, trying to keep himself out of the water.

"Can you stand up and come with me, honey?" he asks, holding his hands out to her.

"Pick me up," Sam says and Mathias winces.

"A few more days yet," he tells her, still holding his hands out, standing on one foot in the shallow waters on the beach.

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"Me too," Sam says, trailing after Flo, trying to take a peek at what she's found and Mathias holds his arms out to her so they can look at it together.

"That's very nice," he says to Flo. "Did you know that they're alive? Animals that live in the water."

Maybe she already knows this; it's another area he needs to work out, discovering what it is that little girls do and don't know already. Sam, though, sounds surprised that he's said this and she stares at him for a moment, trying to figure out if that's true or not.

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"No it's not," Mack argues, coming between them and reaching over to poke at it with her fingertip, but Flo curls around it protectively, squealing out a distressed, "Stop!"

"Hey, calm down," I tell them both, giving Mack a don't you fucking dare look when she reaches for it again, though the look she gives back to me is a challenge, and I know she's just biding her time.

And just like clockwork, the sand dollar moves in Flo's palm, it's tiny little legs or whatever the fuck it has tickling her palm, and she shrieks, dropping it to the towel and taking a step back. "See?" I say to all three of them, smirking when they all lean down in unison to get a closer look at it.

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"I want one," Sam says, looking up at Mathias. Before he can answer, though, she's turned back to the shallow waters to look for one on her own and he imagines he doesn't have much of a say in it if she actually finds one.

"Four dogs, but that is not enough to keep her occupied," Mathias mutters, shaking his head in amusement. "No, she must have a sand dollar as well."

Maybe he'll find some kind of bowl and they can get a fish, because he has no idea how he's going to keep a sand dollar alive.

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"It's not like you gotta worry 'bout keepin' it alive. Doubt she could tell the difference," I point out, snorting out a laugh when Flo parks her ass between us, squeezing her way into the space and tucking herself against my side, the sand dollar back safely in her palms.

"Anyway, 'til you gotta damn pig and two cats to deal with, I got you beat."

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"This is a competition I am alright with losing," he answers with a grin of his own, looking down at the towel he's sitting on, then at Sam out in the water. "I never liked dogs either and now I have four to look after." He misses his cat now and then, though he imagines the baker's daughter adopted him and looked after him when Mathias never came home.

It's rare that he thinks about Munich, but he does now, wondering what people said when he and Henrich never returned.

[little_moons]

"How the hell did you even end up with that many?" I laugh. The sand dollar is sitting on the towel, now, and Flo's watching it, waiting for it to move again, playing idly with the ring on my finger. The wedding ring I haven't been able to bring myself to take off.

Normally, I don't even notice it's there, but she's brought attention to it, and now, it's all I can do not to pull my hand away. I'm still smiling, but it feels off, and it's weird, but I can't really decide if I want him not to notice, or if it'd be better, somehow, if he would.

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"Taser is Veronica's and Rembrandt is Sam's," Mathias says, looking at the dogs that are milling around. "A friend of River's disappeared some months back and she... she'd lost so many people, I couldn't bear to make her deal with the dogs, too. I offered to take them."

And he's grown to love them, too.

He glances down when Flo starts to play with Neil's hand and smiles sympathetically at the sight of the ring. If he and Veronica had been married, he suspects he'd never take the ring off either.

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"Lennox," I nod, pointing to the dog trailing along behind King, "That's how we ended up with Gordon."

Honestly, when we took Gordon, I didn't even really ask Mike what happened to the other dogs. I was just kinda glad we didn't end up with the whole fuckin' pack.

I drop a kiss to the top of Flo's head, huffing out a laugh when she cuddles up closer against my side. They've sort of seesawed between being unusually clingy, to defiantly independent, over the last few weeks.

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"I FOUND ONE!" Sam shouts from the water, startling Mathias out of whatever he'd been about to say. She runs back to the towel and proudly displays a handful of seaweed to Neil, then says, "Look!" and points to a round, flat rock in the middle of all of it.

It isn't a sand dollar, but if she wants to take that home, Mathias will be more than happy to let her.

"That's very nice," he tells her, but she frowns at him.

"Neil look," she insists. "Not you."

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"Wow, let's see that," I say, leaning over like I'm real interested, then cutting him a look.

Mack barges her way into the conversation, peeking around Sam's shoulder, frowns and says, "It looks dead."

"It is not!" Flo argues, like Sam's sand dollar needs defending.

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"Is it dead?" Sam asks Mathias and it's silly, but he wishes Veronica could answer this question for him. He doesn't know what to say, if he should tell her that it's not a sand dollar at all or if he should let her believe what she wants.

"What do you think?" he settles on saying finally, looking at Neil with an expression that clearly reads, Help me.

[little_moons]

Rolling my eyes at him, my lips turned up in a teasing, but sympathetic smirk, I say, "I think it's a rock, kiddo. It wasn't alive in the first place."

Clasping Mathias on the shoulder, I push to my feet, nudging all three girls back toward the sand. "Come on, we'll find you somethin'."

Looking back at him with a crooked grin, I say, "We'll be back in a minute. I'll make sure it's nothin' she needs a damn tank for."

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"Much appreciated," Mathias answers with a laugh, even as Sam pouts and then immediately brightens. It might be a rock, but with Neil helping her, she seems sure that they'll find something exciting.

"Come on! I want a big fish!" she says, grabbing Neil's hand and pulling him toward the water.