You know there are things in this water, right?

Flynn opened one of his eyes and although he couldn't see anything but darkness, he could practically imagine the look on Rufus' face. His little flying friend didn't take well to the water so when he announced that he'd be heading to the port it wasn't received with excitement. Nonetheless the cool night air and the feeling of water immersing his feet were enough to put him at peace. There were so many things in his mind. So many things that were threatening to spill but continued making an uproar between his ears.

He cursed the one who gave humans a brain. It was annoying and so easily muddled with thoughts. But sometimes, it was refreshingly nice to have. And the moments when the brain was quiet and there was nothing but darkness and the soft lull of the air. He wouldn't trade anything in the world, even a mind full of thoughts, for this moment.

Flynn felt himself fading away as he hummed a soft tune, kicking his feet. The water splashed against his pants leg and he laughed softly even though Rufus gave a loud chittering cry. She scampered up his jacket and to his neck, digging her nails into his neck. Something that he was used to but he made sure to give her a little flick of water for good measure.

He could hear footsteps approaching and turned his head, raising his hand in greeting.

"Yo," he called.