Tommy sits on the porch, his legs dangling off the side. He leans back on his hands. The sun warms his face, creating long shadows across his cheeks and making his hair shine like gold. A salty wind blows in from the crashing waves that pound at the shoreline. He has his eyes closed, but he can hear his companions moving around in the yard. He knows that Henry is kneeled down in the garden, pulling out the weeds and putting them in a basket. Ghostbur is somewhere in the yard, playing with sticks or rocks. The two of them are having a conversation about something, but Tommy is too relaxed to really listen or care what they're saying.

"Toms, you should put on some sunscreen," Henry calls out, interrupting the relaxing moment. Tommy opens one of his eyes to see Henry starting to stand up. The cow hybrid walks closer to Tommy with an open bottle of sunscreen in his hand that Tommy can smell from a mile away. Tommy gags when the smell infiltrates his throat. Tommy tries to tell Henry off, but he feels something cold get pressed onto his nose. Tommy startles, sitting all the way up. Henry laughs, pulling his hand back to reveal a dollop of sunscreen on his finger. "I'm serious. You don't want to get sunburned, do you?"

"I am a Big Man. The sun knows to back the fuck off when I'm relaxing," Tommy growled out. He tried rubbing the sunscreen off his nose. He stopped when he felt Henry draw a line on Tommy's forehead with the sunscreen. Tommy angrily confiscates the tube of sunscreen from Henry's hand. He holds it close to his chest. Henry glares down at him with an eyebrow raising. "Ah, fuck off. I'll put the damn sunscreen on. Not because you want me to, but because I am a Big Man and I can do it without your help."

"Okay, Toms," Henry responded. He was smiling as he spoke, and Tommy turned his head away. He didn't need kindness. Tommy poured some of the sunscreen in his hand. He rubbed it onto his face and arms, trying to get all of it off his hands. He poured a little more in his hands to rub it onto his legs. When he was done, he threw the bottle at Henry. It misses by a few inches, tumbling into the garden plot that held the carrots. Henry didn't say anything as reached to put the sunscreen back into his basket.

"Tommy! You look just like me! We can be ghost buddies together!" Ghostbur said cheerfully as he popped into the spot in front of Tommy. The blonde's eyes widened as he looked down at himself. He had probably put on too much sunscreen considering how pale his arms and legs were. Tommy felt panic rise in his chest as he realized how pale his face must look. He probably looked like a sheet of paper.

"Henry!" Tommy complained using a high-pitched voice. The cow hybrid hummed, looking over at the person who called his name. When Henry saw Tommy, he stifled a laugh behind his hand, turning away to hide it even more. Tommy saw and heard it, though. "Oi! Fuck you! I look like a fucking snowball because of you!"

"Tommy, you have to rub the sunscreen in. You shouldn't have used so much in the first place," Henry said. He walked back over. Ghostbur floated back as Henry leaned down in front of Tommy. Henry lifted his hands, starting to rub the sunscreen in for Tommy. The blonde wanted to push Henry's hands away, to claim that he could do it himself, but there was something that was stopping Tommy. Henry didn't even hesitate to help Tommy. He didn't scold Tommy for wasting the sunscreen. Even before this, he had done what he could to make Tommy put on the sunscreen for the blonde's sake, not his own. Henry was helping Tommy not for any ulterior motive as far Tommy was aware. This sort of kindness didn't come often for people like Tommy, and no matter how much he wanted to push away, he wanted to cherish this small act much more.

"You don't look like me anymore!" Ghostbur cheered merrily. Tommy rolled his eyes, trying his best to keep his head still for Henry. Ghostbur started walking around in the garden, and Tommy could hear him humming a tune that he recognized. Tommy breathed out shakily. That was a song that Wilbur had been working on. Tommy could still remember the sound of Wilbur's guitar strings strumming in the air as Wilbur sang lyrics he had been working on under his breath. Tommy caught a few of the words, and he started singing along. Well, it was screaming the words more than singing them. Wilbur laughed, smiling at Tommy as he wrote down some more of the lyrics. As far as Tommy knew, Wilbur hadn't finished that song yet. He said that he was close, and Wilbur swore to Tommy that the next time they were to meet, the song would be done. Tommy felt a pang in his heart as the broken promise. It hurt even more to hear Ghostbur humming along to a song that Tommy doubted he could remember the source of. It seemed that music was part of Wilbur no matter what path he chose in life. Banshee liked music, too, and that was probably the only human part of him.

"What are you thinking so hard about?" Henry muttered softly with his eyes showing heavy concern. Tommy looked away from those eyes. He couldn't move his head with Henry holding his head in place, but he looked out of his peripheral vision. There was no way he was going to tell Henry the truth about him and Ghostbur. At the moment, Henry didn't know all that much about the two of them. He knew they had been kicked out of the Essempei to this cabin on the beach, and he knew that a young man visited every once and awhile to check up on Tommy. The blonde was entirely sure that Henry assumed Tommy was a rich, spoiled kid who was taking a vacation out here as a punishment from his parents. Tommy wished that was the truth. At least then he could message his friends.

Tommy felt more pain rush in his chest as he thought about his friends and how far apart they were. Tommy blinked a few times to rid himself of the tears that were starting to build up. He didn't want Henry to see him crying. He was a Big Man. He could handle himself and his emotions. Tommy took in a calming breath. He deflected and made a poor joke like he always did when the situation was too much for him. "Hard, huh, Big H?"

Henry smiled slightly, but the concern never left his eyes. In fact, it seemed to get stronger. Henry opened his mouth to say something, and Tommy was terrified that he was going to be expressing his concern for Tommy's safety. Fortunately, Ghostbur called out to both of them. "Hey, guys, I found someone over here!"

Unfortunately, Ghostbur had found someone.

Henry took a step away from Tommy, whirling around to see what Ghostbur was talking about. Tommy stood onto his feet, peeking out from around Henry's body. Ghostbur was standing at the treeline. A young woman was peeking her head from around one of the trees. She had silvery white hair cut short, and she had black sclera with white pupils. She had a pair of silky pearl colored wings that sprouted from her back with long spinning tails. She was smiling brightly at them. She reminded Tommy of Ghostbur with that sort of smile. Ghostbur grabs her hand, and the two of them walk back to Tommy and Henry.

When the pair reaches Henry and Tommy, the moth woman's smile turns into a friendly one. Ghostbur points at each of them. "These are my friends, Tommy and Henry. My name is Ghostbur."

"Hello! I'm Clementine! I'm a moth hybrid. I saw all your pretty lights, so I came right over to see them up close!" She said with a wave.

Clementine turns around to one of the torches they had set up on the perimeter to keep Mobs away from them. She reaches her hand to touch the fire. Henry darts forward, grabbing her hand to keep her from burning herself. She frowns at him, but quickly gets distracted by a torch on the other side of her. She reaches for it with her opposite hand, and Henry grabs that one, too. He holds both of her hands. Clementine pouts, but she smiles when Ghostbur holds a torch in front of her. Henry gives Ghostbur a look, and the ghost begins to pout alongside Clementine. Tommy drops his head into his hands. "You're all fucking children."

"You are the only child here, Toms," Henry notes. There isn't any malice or humor in his tone. He is simply stating what he believes is fact.

"Fuck you. I am not a child. I am a Big fucking Man. Get your facts straight," Tommy argues, his face flushing with embarrassment. Ghostbur and Clementine are too distracted to agree or disagree, so Tommy is left seeing Henry's disbelieving look. Instead of delivering what Tommy knows is fair punishment on the man who had dirtied his honor, Tommy turned to Clementine. "Welcome to Logstedshire, moth man without the man. How are you doing this fine afternoon? Wait- it's fucking afternoon. Aren't moths... the word that means you take your midnight shit at noon?"

"The word is nocturnal, Toms. Most moths are nocturnal, but there are a few that are diurnal like us. Plus, hybrids take on certain qualities of their heritage but not every one," Henry replied.

"Can I come back to see the pretty lights?" Clementine interrupts their conversation while eyeing the torch that Ghostbur was still holding close to his chest. She tries to pull her hand out of Henry's grasp, but he merely grips it tighter with a scolding look on his face that he normally reserved for Tommy and Ghostbur when they did something wrong. Ghostbur would usually forget what he had done, but he never forgot the look on Henry's face. Tommy wondered why that was. Wouldn't Ghostbur forget the negative emotion of someone being disappointed in his actions if he also forgot about the actions?

"Why don't you just move in with us since this is obviously a hotel?" Tommy said, glaring at Henry. Tommy pretended like he hated Henry being there. In truth, Tommy just didn't like how Henry was kind without wanting anything in return. In the Essempei, kindness was merely a tool of manipulation or a bargaining chip to get what you wanted. Henry gave out kindness like it didn't cost him anything, and Tommy knew that it didn't out here. The Mobs may be hostile, but they are the only inhospitable part. The people aren't angonsistic by nature.

"Oh, can I? Please? Will you let me stay here?" Clementine asks, looking at Tommy like how she had been looking at the torches just mere moments before. She stopped struggling against Henry's hold as her eyes widened with a hopeful smile spreading across her face. Ghostbur looked over at Tommy with a similar look, probably excited to get a new friend.

"We don't have enough room," Tommy shook his head. Logically, he knew that they couldn't let another person stay in the house with them. There literally was not enough room unless someone wanted to sleep on the floor. Tommy wasn't going to sleep on the floor, but he didn't want to make Henry or Clementine sleep on the floor, either. Emotionally, Tommy didn't want to crush Clementine and Ghostbur's spirits. They were both so childlike that Tommy felt the urge to protect their fragile innocence. He wanted it to last. He wanted them to be more than he could be, more than Deo or Hannah could be when they were children like this.

"We can expand the main house to add an additional room," Henry said as he looked at the house with an architect's eyes. Tommy blanched when he heard the words. Henry was supposed to be the voice of reason, not the one who encouraged this sort of rash behavior.

"We don't have enough food to feed four people," Tommy argued. The garden that Henry promised he would cultivate was nice, but it wouldn't be able to feed four people.

"I don't need to eat food," Ghostbur interjected. Tommy looked at the ghost. He assumed that Ghostbur had been eating when none of them were there or something. He never realized that Ghostbur just didn't eat. Tommy supposed he shouldn't be surprised since Ghostbur was a literal ghost. Well, he was something like a ghost, and that was ghost enough for Tommy.

"Fine, we don't have enough food for three people," Tommy amended his statement. The garden wouldn't be able to feed three people, either, if it barely supported Tommy and Henry by themselves. They could give up some of their meal to make a third portion, but Tommy didn't want to force that on anyone. He didn't want Clementine to get less food than he needed to stay healthy, either.

"Oh! Oh! I can help with that! My wings work. I go hunting every night for my own meal. I can get extra for my new friends and their pretty lights," Clementine said, her wings flapping behind her back as if to prove her point. Tommy looks at her. He could believe that she got enough for her to eat every night considering she was still alive, but he doubted that she could gather enough food for him and Henry as well as her.

"I can get us some food, too!" Ghostbur volunteered. Tommy stared at the ghost for a long moment. He knew that some memories of Wilbur would bleed over into Ghostbur's psyche. Ghostbur would obviously remember some of the places in his past including his home and the locations of his family members. He could go and ask for food from them. He could honestly steal the food considering his new abilities as a ghost-like creature. Tommy just wasn't sure he wanted Ghostbur to get involved with those people again. He couldn't be sure that the food came from a good place. He didn't want to get food that was supposed to go to the fighters of the Pit. They needed everything they could get. Still, Ghostbur seemed adamant about this, so Tommy decided he would let Ghostbur try.

"Alright, fine, fuck. If Henry can build her a room, she can hunt, and Ghostbur can get us some extra food, Clementine can fucking stay," Tommy said. Clementine and Ghostbur cheered out loud, raising their arms into the air excitedly. Henry gave Tommy a proud smile that Tommy looked away from. Oh, it was going to be even harder to hide all of this from Dream now.