"Understandable." Darling blows out a breath, unconsciously rubbing slow circles against Tom's back.

The Oceansomething is pinging around his brain. A lot of things, actually. Like someone upended a bucket of rubber balls and they're all bouncing around, trying to find a place to settle.

"View?" he finally comes up with. "Oceanview? It's a place. Not the actual ocean, but... hmm." The more he tries to think, the further things feel from his grasp.