Tony wondered that too. What was it about this place that put so much pressure on him, and them, and all those he cared about? Sometimes, it was just plain exhausting. Here though, even after what they all had been through, it didn't feel so heavy. The sun, the open sky, the free time, it was good.

"Just try and stop me," he tossed back. The words and tone were just as playful as his earlier actions (and his current one as he pinched that tush while they were still hidden in the water). As soon as his feet could touch the sand again, he was racing up toward his girl. He held out his dripping arms at her like a mummy and made a playful growl. "Don't you want a hug? I promise not to get you too wet!" That promise obviously wasn't possible as he was about to get her drenched.