"Who's at the top?" He regrets asking the question the second it leaves his mouth.

Yes, he so would've. He didn't want to werewolf smell your stank all night, gosh.

"Tell me about it," he replies, heading towards the beach. It's a big walking day. Hope Isaac's not too tired. "I think the last time I went to the beach..." He stops talking, remembering. His face turns a little more somber briefly. "It's been years." But, he shrugs it off. "Glad we're getting to it."