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Raven stopped walking and sighed a little. "... I can't," he whispered as gently as he could.

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Nic still said nothing.

Laurel frowned, "What do you mean?" she asked in confusion, "Just tell them."

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So Wolfe, also a lover of silence, stared out at the water as he waited for a response.

Raven said nothing, but his expression told her he was sorry.

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Finally after a few minutes Nic replied, "Whatever helps you sleep at night." It wasn't said out of anger or spite. It sounded more like personal experience.

Laurel didn't want to see that expression. She backed all the way into a corner and clamped her hands over her ears, squeezing her eyes shut.

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Wolfe snorted ever so slightly, "Who says I sleep?" he asked quietly.

After a little while Raven slowly started approaching Laurel again.

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After a long moment Nic replied, "Raven."

The moment Raven got too close Laurel's eyes shot open as she glared at him, "Get away from me!" she screamed before making a break for the door.

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Wolfe blinked, suddenly very confused.

Raven backed off, not pursuing her.

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After another moment Nic explained blankly, "It was a joke."

Laurel kept running straight for the docks.

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Wolfe still didn't seem to get it but nodded after a moment. Then his head tilted a little, like he was hearing something. Nic couldn't hear anything out of the ordinary. "You should go swimming," Wolfe suddenly said, staring back out at the water.

Nic frowned a little, thinking something over briefly before taking off his shoes, socks, and the jacket that had been covering his back as he walked over to the railing.

As soon as he reached the railing he heard the sound of a jet ski starting up. Laurel was just started to navigate out of the docks.

Nic looked around for a little while before getting up onto the railing and diving off.

Laurel heard the splash and turned slightly, slowing down momentarily to see who it was.

As Nic came up out of the water, he somehow managed to keep his orientation as he turned toward the docks.

Laurel paused a moment when she saw Nic but then her anger erupted again and she angled her jet ski for open ocean at top speed.

"Laurel," Nic tried to call over the sound of the jet ski engine, still bobbing in place.

Laurel ignored him, zipping out as fast as she could. She'd only ridden the jet ski with James before... but it couldn't but much different than a motorcycle... right?