"Hey," He said quietly. "You alright, there?"
Mike grinned weakly, but didn't look away from the water.
"Interesting phrasing," he scooped up a handful of damp sand as he spoke. The water was just close enough that he could lean over and touch it. "'You alright
there.' Well, right here, I guess I am."
He let the thought dangle as he leaned over into the water with the pile of sand. He met a rising wave, which splashed over his boots and rinsed the finer sand from the sturdier grit he was holding. He was left with a handful of pebbles.
He wanted to make some clever metaphor out of the experience, but ultimately it was just something to do.
"So what do you think about all this, killer?" Mike joked, piling up the stones between his knees. He scooped fresh sand again, finding some sort of therapy in the simple task, and waited for another wave.
"And then with Steven, I didn't notice he was saying he was a rolecop. Bart noticed it, and he told everyone. I still wasn't really sure though--maybe he was just regular cop. But then Anti turned out to be the regular cop! So Steven definitely was rolecop. And since I trust Wes, that means no bad rolecop!"
[[Tbh I feel like this happened but I would wanna dig for Bart's relevant post. Do you have it handy?]]