[ Carol presses her lips together in chagrin, sensing the real irritation underneath the reflexive crabbiness she'd learned to breeze past long ago. They haven't talked about everything that had happened back home, haven't even really acknowledged it. To an extent, it just doesn't feel important here. Who has time for petty fights when they're up against all of hell, with practically nothing but each other to rely on?
Except it hadn't been petty, and though he'd reassured her he could never hate her, that she still had him on her side, she knows things have changed between them. As desperately as she misses their old easy camraderie, uncomplicated and honest, she's not sure how to get it back. Or if it's even possible anymore.
It's almost pathetic how relieved she feels at the teasing smirk he gives her. She smiles back, grateful, and shakes her head. ]
You answered them.
[ Sort of, anyway. She gives his hand one last pat, then pulls back again, starting to push herself away from the wall to give him the bed. ]
The beds aren't half bad.
[ She's sure he'd been assigned his own, and just as sure he'd immediately scorned it and set up his own little camp outside somewhere instead. ]
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Except it hadn't been petty, and though he'd reassured her he could never hate her, that she still had him on her side, she knows things have changed between them. As desperately as she misses their old easy camraderie, uncomplicated and honest, she's not sure how to get it back. Or if it's even possible anymore.
It's almost pathetic how relieved she feels at the teasing smirk he gives her. She smiles back, grateful, and shakes her head. ]
You answered them.
[ Sort of, anyway. She gives his hand one last pat, then pulls back again, starting to push herself away from the wall to give him the bed. ]
The beds aren't half bad.
[ She's sure he'd been assigned his own, and just as sure he'd immediately scorned it and set up his own little camp outside somewhere instead. ]