Shrieky has been swimming, or, to be more accurate, wading through water that his legs haven't quite yet figured out how to move through easily. He's soaked through, and walking down the street beside the beach when he sees Wolfgang. Thinks he sees him, at least. There's a cascade of hair so blonde that it's almost white, narrow shoulders, and he can just picture the person up ahead of him turning around and being Wolfgang. The figure is distant, and walking away from him, so he decides to throw caution to the wind, and run!

He hates running. The world lurches around him, and he's afraid that he's going to fall, but the space between he and maybe Wolfgang is closing and he doesn't want the other man (or perhaps woman, if he's wrong) to get away before he's reached them.

By the time he's at maybe Wolfgang's side, he's out of breath, muscles straining and heart pounding in his chest, and rather than trust his voice (which is by now silenced by the absence of any oxygen in his lungs) he reaches out to touch the back of his hand to the back of Wolfgang's. He doesn't want it to seem like he's trying to strike or grab at the young man, but he does, dearly want to attract his attention.