[Joel paces off to the side and rubs a hand over his jaw, muttering under his breath. She always did this. She's always doing this, he corrects himself, because she's still here. He turns back around and shrugs at her, arms crossing over his chest. Body language that's deliberately casual and teeming with anxiety at the same time.
He wants to take this conversation away from Ellie right about now.]
Fuck it, Tess. Let's go for a walk.
[Why not? Why the hell not? He's got a gun in his back-pocket.]
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He wants to take this conversation away from Ellie right about now.]
Fuck it, Tess. Let's go for a walk.
[Why not? Why the hell not? He's got a gun in his back-pocket.]
What have we got to lose?