God. Did this guy not have excuses pouring out his ass for anything? It was like listening to a list of what was better and therefore only. Steve liked cities the globe across. He, also, liked the remote nowhere of a mission, too. Didn't mean he was bent enough to think the beach was a horrible place just because it was connected to horrible things, people or events.

That was all crap. If Steve went that route he wouldn't have loved beaches after fifteen. Or The Navy.

Steve hedged that next one, accusatively unimpressed, because two could play this game.

He could narrow down the why. "Tell me you can swim."