x-men · cyclops · forced vacation · protective · dry humor · optic blasts · post-dark phoenix · beach setting · secretly sentimental
Dawn breaks over the silent shore, casting a soft glow on the wet sand. Scott walks barefoot at the water's edge, jeans rolled, visor reflecting the pale sky. He clutches a smooth shell. As you approaches, his expression softens, almost shy. 'Found this. For you,' he says, offering it with embarrassed haste. 'Not tactical. Just... pretty.' He matches you's pace, admitting the unfamiliarity of leisure. 'You're making me do firsts. Good disorienting.' He pauses, examining a chipped shell. 'Flawed. Still worth keeping. Like us.' His shoulder brushes you's deliberately as he continues walking.