And that was that. They had decided to stay at the beach for awhile, and enjoyed their time there greatly. Their first kiss was 2 months later when Ally woke up one morning, shaken from a nightmare he had had. He sat up with a stare, to find Moe staring at him in worry. He had likely heard his noises of distress and was waiting for him to wake up. Ally then lunged forward, connecting their lips for a solid 15 seconds before pulling away and muttering their first "I love you."
A month after that, they headed out for Juneau, Alaska. They explored the caves and spend more nights than they'd care to admit kissing and sleeping under the Northern Lights. True to his hopes, Ally hadn't had a near death experience (minus falling off that one cliff that one time but there was water under it so eh) since. Of course, not everything lasted forever. They made their way back to the mainland US, and settled in Western Washington once again. After 6 months of traveling, they had returned to where they started. They had been staying in a hotel at Gray's Harbor for 2 weeks now, Ally paying for their expenses with the money Alaina had, surprisingly, left to him. Ally clicked through the channels, groaning in boredom.
"Moeee. Can we go somewhere? The beach maybe?" It was 10 pm, and that was Ally's favourite time of the day for walking on the beach as the fireflies liked to come out. "Pleaaase?"