[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.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
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?
no subject
[ 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?
no subject
no subject
no subject
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.
no subject
I was telling someone about home. Stuff that's happened there.
no subject
Must have been bad.
no subject
How much d'you know, Carley? About what happens, after we-
[ 'Lose you' is too intense, too surreal. ]
.. leave the motor inn?
no subject
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.]
no subject
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.
no subject
Christ Lee, how- what the hell happened?
no subject
It doesn't matter.