[She leaves her journal behind and just goes straight up, knocking on his door only a few minutes later. When he opens it, he'll find her there with a bottle of wine because why not?]
[ Lee opens the door pretty immediately, and Carley might notice the fact that one of his walls is painted entirely in chalkboard paint, covered with doodles at Clem-height and notes Lee has scribbled for himself much higher. ]
Hey.
[ He notices the wine-- and laughs a little under his breath before he can help himself. ]
You're not wrong. [ He shakes his head and beckons her over with a half-smile. There's a small table set up in his room, too, usually covered with books for him or crafts for Clementine. ]
And - yeah. I thought she'd like it. [ He figures he doesn't really need to elaborate on who the 'she' is. ] Thought I'd use it for myself, too, if I started teaching again here, but that didn't really pan out. How're you doing, Carley?
[And she follows, glancing over his things for a better idea of how Lee spends downtime. There hadn't really been such a thing as free time before, it'd be nice if he had found himself some hobbies.]
I'm doing just fine. I think it's probably easier to settle in here knowing you're all here and safe.
[She leans up against the table, hands curled around edge of it as she gives a concerned look. She's a little worried, after Clem told her to check on him but wouldn't give her any hints about why.]
[ He folds his arms on the table, though, watching her as she moves to lean against the wall. The concern on her face isn't unnoticed - but he's not sure if he should comment on that or not. ]
I saw Clem with her puppy the other day. She should have been happy, having fun, but she was really upset. She wouldn't tell me why, though. Just asked if I'd seen you lately.
[ It only takes a moment for recognition to flicker across his face. Lee sighs, briefly pinching the bridge of his nose. ] .. goddammit. It was just something she overheard. It's alright now.
[ It's not the fact that she's touching him that causes his little wince - it's the arm she's touching. Not that it hurts, exactly.. that was taken care of a long time ago. Thinking about it too long is just hard. ]
How much d'you know, Carley? About what happens, after we-
[Whether that reaction is from her touch or something else, Carley can't read minds. When he winces she drops her hand away, eyebrows coming together in concern again.]
Ben told me about Duck and Kat.
[Her voice is very quiet when she says it, like she's still not used to the idea. Logically she knows that any of them could go at any minute, she's seen it happen with Doug, with Larry. Duck turning was something she had never prepared herself for.]
[ She drops her hand and he glances at her in surprise, on the cusp of apologizing, of explaining that, no --
Goddammit. She'd been right, hadn't she? No secrets. What was the point in any of them? Lee sighs, then, rolling up both of his sleeves. It's an idle gesture, nothing overtly unusual. ]
Ben, too. And Kenny. And - hell, Carley. To tell you the truth - the only one who's still going from the motel is Clementine.
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Hey.
[ He notices the wine-- and laughs a little under his breath before he can help himself. ]
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[She invites herself in, smiling at that wall of drawings.]
A chalkboard. Cute.
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And - yeah. I thought she'd like it. [ He figures he doesn't really need to elaborate on who the 'she' is. ] Thought I'd use it for myself, too, if I started teaching again here, but that didn't really pan out. How're you doing, Carley?
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I'm doing just fine. I think it's probably easier to settle in here knowing you're all here and safe.
[She leans up against the table, hands curled around edge of it as she gives a concerned look. She's a little worried, after Clem told her to check on him but wouldn't give her any hints about why.]
How are you, Lee?
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[ He folds his arms on the table, though, watching her as she moves to lean against the wall. The concern on her face isn't unnoticed - but he's not sure if he should comment on that or not. ]
There a particular reason why you're asking?
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I seem to remember a conversation we had about telling the truth when we could so it doesn't come out at the worst possible moment later.
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I was telling someone about home. Stuff that's happened there.
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Must have been bad.
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How much d'you know, Carley? About what happens, after we-
[ 'Lose you' is too intense, too surreal. ]
.. leave the motor inn?
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Ben told me about Duck and Kat.
[Her voice is very quiet when she says it, like she's still not used to the idea. Logically she knows that any of them could go at any minute, she's seen it happen with Doug, with Larry. Duck turning was something she had never prepared herself for.]
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Goddammit. She'd been right, hadn't she? No secrets. What was the point in any of them? Lee sighs, then, rolling up both of his sleeves. It's an idle gesture, nothing overtly unusual. ]
Ben, too. And Kenny. And - hell, Carley. To tell you the truth - the only one who's still going from the motel is Clementine.
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Christ Lee, how- what the hell happened?
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It doesn't matter.