[It's his name. He knows it. Remembers it, and so much more. Like it's all come back in a rush, a sudden, avalanche of everything swallowing and choking like the ocean itself. The voice is familiar.]
[He rolls his head to one side, blinking sand and salt out of his vision. Somehow, despite the recognition, it takes him a minute to place her name. Confusion registers on his features.]
[But not for long.] Ange...? [Yes. That's her. She's been there for too many of his breaks, and he some of hers.]
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[He rolls his head to one side, blinking sand and salt out of his vision. Somehow, despite the recognition, it takes him a minute to place her name. Confusion registers on his features.]
[But not for long.] Ange...? [Yes. That's her. She's been there for too many of his breaks, and he some of hers.]
I'm - yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. [Liar.] You okay?