"The beach. Being able to protect people. His car. Surfing," Tommy lists off. The shells stuff but he isn't sharing that.

Though he doesn't think it's a silly use of his time. Just silly that his whole entire desire is so simple. It should be more. It should be amazing and huge and impressive. But he doesn't know how to do that.

"And really, don't get a thesaurus. But a leather bound edition of all the Pierrot novels might work. For Jon and me."

Yeah, Tommy reads. But there's no books here.