[ It's a greeting, soft and low. Lee feels for him, really - he knows what it's like, spent the first few weeks (months, maybe) here doing the exact same thing. He'd been caught off guard before; they couldn't afford to be caught off guard again.
Except the walkers didn't come. Other things did, but keeping his eyes so low to the ground all the time was exhausting. So he relaxed (or at least tried, even if it didn't always work out so well all the time.)
He has a notebook open in his lap, pen in his hand. Writing something - lesson plans for the girls, maybe - and trying to enjoy what's left of the sunlight. ]
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Date: 2013-06-25 12:46 am (UTC)[ It's a greeting, soft and low. Lee feels for him, really - he knows what it's like, spent the first few weeks (months, maybe) here doing the exact same thing. He'd been caught off guard before; they couldn't afford to be caught off guard again.
Except the walkers didn't come. Other things did, but keeping his eyes so low to the ground all the time was exhausting. So he relaxed (or at least tried, even if it didn't always work out so well all the time.)
He has a notebook open in his lap, pen in his hand. Writing something - lesson plans for the girls, maybe - and trying to enjoy what's left of the sunlight. ]
Out for a walk?
[ He knows what you're doing up, man. ]