There's a line of tension in her that just won't quit these days; that she can't get to in order to ease, can't work out how to cut. She looks back at him, watching with a steady gaze.
"Restless?" He looks at her carefully, wondering if it's just having old instincts set off, thinking the threat of another apocalypse might have crept near.
He almost tells her then. He almost tells her how the dreams he has culminated in one panicked moment on a rooftop where he couldn't convince himself there hadn't been an outbreak, that people weren't pushing their way through the streets to evade something undead and ravenous.
It had taken him an hour to calm down enough to climb back down to the sidewalk.
He almost tells her. But he doesn't, because maybe this isn't the time, and maybe he doesn't know what to do about it yet.
"I'll pass," he says. "But if it doesn't, you know where I am."
She doesn't consciously know that there's something there, something he doesn't tell her; there are plenty of things they don't tell each other and never will and it doesn't change anything, doesn't mean anything.
She presses her lips together and nods now, though. She wishes she'd said yes. She doesn't think she could have. She hates this.
"I do," she agrees. She does know. She lifts an arm in silent invitation.
It leaves him feeling he's failed somehow he can't put a finger on, reminiscent of old fears and old unknowns he hasn't had to worry about because he hasn't been close to anyone but Maggie in so very long.
It helps a little when she lifts that arm and he hugs her.
It surprises people, sometimes, that Rosita likes to hug; they don't know the half of it, though. Sometimes she thinks that she can get through anything, anything, if she can just put her arms around someone and hold on tight, and have them hold onto her just as tight.
They've gone awkward now between the two of them, but she doesn't even hesitate on this. She barely waits for him to reach for her before she's pulling him in tight, arms wrapped around without reservation to keep him close.
"I know. But I don't know whoever you're becoming, or whoever I am."
She's allowed to be afraid, she thinks. She's still human. She's earned the right to fear the ways people can change when the world around them shifts violently from what they're used to.
"I know you now. I know me now. That's all it is."
"I'm still me. The same person you know, just-" He fumbles for an explanation. He settles on a joke, a faint laugh. "Now I'm slutting it up. That's the only difference."
The thing is, everybody changes. They change because of the world around them, because of the circumstances they find themselves in, because of the people in their lives; change and the ability to do so is a survivor's greatest strength, and they're two of the best.
She's not comforted by the joke. She just holds on tighter.
"You're here with me," he tells her, tucking her up a little closer against him. "Every step of the way. You'll see who I'm becoming. I won't be a stranger to you."
She forces herself to breathe out, to let it go. It'll all be back again when she's by herself but for now, she makes herself listen to Jesus's voice, to the silent conversation their bodies are having breathing together.
"It really worries you, doesn't it?" He hadn't realized before. Not to the extent that she would hold onto him as tightly as she is now. "That I might end up being someone else."
They're just standing there in the empty bar holding each other, talking, but he doesn't try to pull away. Somehow it's not awkward for him. "What are you worried will happen? Who do you see me becoming?"
She doesn't try to rush them, doesn't try to force herself to answer; she doesn't feel awkward either. No one except Jesus can make her, and he isn't moving either.
She does finally shake her head though. She does start to take her weight back.
"You never had a group before Hilltop, did you?" she asks, voice dull.
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"I am. You?"
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"What's -" Wrong, she starts to say, but maybe she doesn't want to hear the answer so she stops herself and shakes her head.
"Okay. I'd offer to walk home with you, but. It's the Down."
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He doesn't care who sees him with a SIN Guard.
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Now she almost asks do you want me to and isn't that something. She shakes her head.
"I don't think I should."
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"No. No, I don't think so."
They've fought before and it didn't unsettle her like she is now.
"I just feel... I don't know."
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"This is... different, but it'll be okay. It'll pass."
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It had taken him an hour to calm down enough to climb back down to the sidewalk.
He almost tells her. But he doesn't, because maybe this isn't the time, and maybe he doesn't know what to do about it yet.
"I'll pass," he says. "But if it doesn't, you know where I am."
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She presses her lips together and nods now, though. She wishes she'd said yes. She doesn't think she could have. She hates this.
"I do," she agrees. She does know. She lifts an arm in silent invitation.
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It helps a little when she lifts that arm and he hugs her.
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They've gone awkward now between the two of them, but she doesn't even hesitate on this. She barely waits for him to reach for her before she's pulling him in tight, arms wrapped around without reservation to keep him close.
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"I'm worried we're becoming different people. Again."
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"It's going to change us a little."
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She's allowed to be afraid, she thinks. She's still human. She's earned the right to fear the ways people can change when the world around them shifts violently from what they're used to.
"I know you now. I know me now. That's all it is."
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She's not comforted by the joke. She just holds on tighter.
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She forces herself to breathe out, to let it go. It'll all be back again when she's by herself but for now, she makes herself listen to Jesus's voice, to the silent conversation their bodies are having breathing together.
"I don't want to lose you again."
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It makes sense in her head, but not everything does once it hits the air. She's not sure if she wants to try or not.
So instead, she gives in to the urge to set her chin on his shoulder, face tucked a little forward.
"But yeah. Yeah, I guess it does."
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She does finally shake her head though. She does start to take her weight back.
"You never had a group before Hilltop, did you?" she asks, voice dull.
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