Caleb has caught Gabe's scent a few times since he's been back, but every time he tries to approach him he chickens out. Which is pathetic, since he's a now part animal that eats chickens.

Here, at the beach, seeing Gabe's shape in the distances, disappearing in and out of the waves, all he can think of is the first time Gabe brought him here and told him what he was. He'd been honest, and now it's Caleb's turn.

He sits down next to Gabe's discarded pile of clothes, hands stuffed into his hoodie's pockets like he's trying to anchor himself so he doesn't run off at the last minute again, and waits.