"Mmm, yeah, that's true." Getting some space between him and all of his problems, the way his life felt like it'd been falling apart in front of his eyes-...it probably was good for him. "And fuck, right? At the very least, I'd prefer Jersey-" though it wasn't his top pick "-even if I was the worst at surfing." He'd always liked the sound of the ocean, either way.

Quirking an eyebrow, he grinned before shifting enough to get his phone out of his pocket to hand it over.

"I think all I ever do is fuck up," he admitted. It was a part of why he didn't usually judge people on the sort of things that a lot of others did. "I don't mind if people are cautious, but more often than not it's active distrust, like everyone thinks I'm going to steal their dog or mug their grandma." As if he'd ever steal an animal that had a happy, healthy home.

"Dragons are-... When I was a kid, I read a lot of folklore shit, you know- baba yaga, dhampires, zmeys. Zmeys are dragons, and they're not like- they don't hoard gold and raze villages and shit. They can be heroes." He paused for a moment, decided not to mention the part where they could also appear as hot guys, and continued, "Or rebels. I guess they're whatever they want, and that's...sort of like me. No one tells a dragon who it should be. Also, they're visually super fucking cool."