Sam digs his heel into the sand as he stares out to the ocean. "I might win, Josh."
"If you don't." Josh leans forward. "Then what?"
Sam's not sure what answer he wants; indifference and passion are distressingly similar on Josh's face. "I don't know."
Josh squints. "There's too much sun here, you know."
Sam shrugs. "You get used to it."
"But by now, you have to be out of practice."
"Training isn't necessary for exposure to light."
"Learn something new every day." Josh smiles slightly. Enigmatically. "Sam, don't..."
He shakes his head. "Never mind."