[And she is. She's been waiting for the call and she literally drops everything to move, although this is the kind of life they're used to. When your only chance of survival is beating the break trying to happen in the wall with the repairs, it doesn't leave a lot of time to dawdle.
She does have to dip into Drake's money, and she does have to say that she's renting him for the remainder of his time. But she's there waiting in the area they release their subjects, an extra pair of clothes already tucked under an arm just in case.]
They let him keep his clothes, but his shirt is torn and blood stained. He's been in countless fights with humans and walkers both, but this is the first time she'll have seen him sporting wounds on his face: a split lip, a bruise just under one eye.
He'll still greet her with a hug if she'll allow, he'll still proceed as if nothing is amiss.
It's a little shocking, to be honest, and she would have welcomed him in regardless but for that moment she's on autopilot almost. She steers them for the door without hesitation, wanting more than ever to get out of this place before she burns it the fuck down.
Jesus isn't someone she has to worry about physically taking care of himself usually, so the marks tell her he must not have been able to and the first thing she does when they're outside is grab for his hands to get a look at his wrists.
"A Dominant wanted to know how I broke the guard's arm. I wouldn't tell him." His wrists are bruised but only at the forearms, defensive places. "He wasn't impressed with my passive resistance. I let him take it out on me a while." Let him do anything he wanted. "Then he dropped me off when he was done."
He tries to get her to look at him and not the bruises. "I'm okay. It was just a rough night. I got what I needed."
Rosita doesn't get emotional over minor injuries; none of them have the mental real estate for that anymore, not for anything less than a bite. But for a moment she does consider asking Jesus what the man's name was, what he looked like.
Then she looks up into his face and she doesn't. She also doesn't believe he's telling her the whole story, but that's who they are. If he wants to keep the details to himself, Rosita will make space for him to do that.
"Alright," she says, even though it's not. "Let's go get you cleaned up."
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But she asked and he won't lie to her.]
Yes.
You know I- [bad luck talk. So he just lets it trail off. She knows he feels the same, doesn't she?]
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It's not what she wants to hear.]
Then don't feel bad.
Do what you have to do. [And come back this time.] I'll be down as soon as I can. Don't get arrested before I get there.
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What community would Drake be a part of?
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No read on what he's like in a crisis yet though.
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Thursday Night
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[And she is. She's been waiting for the call and she literally drops everything to move, although this is the kind of life they're used to. When your only chance of survival is beating the break trying to happen in the wall with the repairs, it doesn't leave a lot of time to dawdle.
She does have to dip into Drake's money, and she does have to say that she's renting him for the remainder of his time. But she's there waiting in the area they release their subjects, an extra pair of clothes already tucked under an arm just in case.]
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He'll still greet her with a hug if she'll allow, he'll still proceed as if nothing is amiss.
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Jesus isn't someone she has to worry about physically taking care of himself usually, so the marks tell her he must not have been able to and the first thing she does when they're outside is grab for his hands to get a look at his wrists.
"What happened?"
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He tries to get her to look at him and not the bruises. "I'm okay. It was just a rough night. I got what I needed."
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Then she looks up into his face and she doesn't. She also doesn't believe he's telling her the whole story, but that's who they are. If he wants to keep the details to himself, Rosita will make space for him to do that.
"Alright," she says, even though it's not. "Let's go get you cleaned up."