A lazy river, a woods, a lake. A whole bunch of residents that are part animal. A safe place full of powerful people.

Yeah. Wash found himself a home, all right.

Maine's expression shifts into something contemplative, thinking about all of that. Trying to process his own feelings on the matter. Both Wash and Carolina are from years ahead of him. But unlike Carolina, Wash already has a whole life here. It's strange, like walking into a theater midway through a movie, only the movie is one of your closest friend's lives.

Whatever's going on in Maine's chest, it's not something he's used to feeling. Hence him falling even quieter than usual as they enter the bakery.

At which point he's pulled from his thoughts as almost ever single person there starts to stare at him.

Maine stands still, staring right back. He knows he looks out of place, but fuck that. Wash wants something here; Maine is gonna back him up.