He heard her horse come up next to his and said nothing. He froze and let out a hiss of displeasure. "Don't speak of it." He says with gritted teeth. "I did a long time ago. Back when I was foolish." He said with tension. "So to answer your question you did not drive us apart. This discussion is now over. I don't want a good day ruined with bad news." He said in a huff. He glared blindly at the horse mane in his hand. He turned his gaze her way. "For the record you didn't have to know you wanted to know. There is a difference." He turned his gaze ahead again. "I'm sorry to hear I became a monkey wrench in your hopes and dreams." He says tensely. He felt the sunlight but was wearing lotion so he was perfectly okay. He led the way all the way to the beach. "I love the beach. It is beautiful....and peaceful. Even in the stormiest of nights...the beach is the one place I can go to find peace. I don't need to see it because hearing and smelling it show me its beauty in more ways than seeing it ever could." In a way he had just revealed one place he ran off to when he needed escape from everybody.