[It's a little surreal, hearing Tommy speak at a normal rate. Then again, there's nothing about this that isn't surreal. Being powerless. Being in a world full of zombies. Being, apparently, fictional.
Billy draws his hand back slowly, staring down at his own soup for a moment before he grabs the spoon. He doesn't speak for a while, letting them both eat in silence. It's hard, finding the words to fill the void, with so much sitting on their shoulders now.]
If I'd known this was going to happen, I wouldn't have slept through all those zombie movies Teddy brought over.
[It's said with a weak, falsely-humourous tone; it hasn't been that long and he's already missing that protective presence over his shoulder.]
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Billy draws his hand back slowly, staring down at his own soup for a moment before he grabs the spoon. He doesn't speak for a while, letting them both eat in silence. It's hard, finding the words to fill the void, with so much sitting on their shoulders now.]
If I'd known this was going to happen, I wouldn't have slept through all those zombie movies Teddy brought over.
[It's said with a weak, falsely-humourous tone; it hasn't been that long and he's already missing that protective presence over his shoulder.]