The beach, late Monday

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Travis had said it wouldn't work, but he hadn't yet said it was dangerous, either, and Jon knew people sometimes did bonfires on the beach, so...here he was, on the beach. With an ever-growing pile of luggage, matches, and quite a bit of accelerant.

He'd let Summer know about what he was doing, and he'd planned it with Irene, after all, so he had no doubt word would get out.

Self-loathing was absolutely going to be the basis of this fire. The more it came back, the more tinder it could be.


[Baggage fire! All invited!]

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[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"I think...I think anything that weighs you down is probably something to let go," Jon answered. "Hanging onto it doesn't help anyone."

Hypocrite beaned him on the way down.

[alwaysonguard]

"Yeah... maybe you're right" Dwight said, grabbing up the bag with "Tavin" on it and chucking it into the blaze with an almost smile on his face as he did.

"Need help with that?" he asked, nodding to the newly arrived bag.

No condescending tone. No judgement. He did see what the bag said but he wasn't going to do Jon like that and call him out on it or anything. That knapsack was still staying where it was though.

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"No," Jon said stubbornly, heaving it onto the fire.

He'd passed "weighed down" a few hours ago, and was well into, "having none of any of this".