"Well, now he's both shot and ugly as hell," Arthur says,
pragmatically. It's likely not very nice of them to say all of this; he
doesn't give a shit. She's upset, so it's warranted.
"Listen closely and you'll hear me," he says, speaking a little louder for a moment before he hangs up and walks up the stairs. He walks right to her and puts a big, warm hand on the back of her head.
"Spa sounds good," she replies. She's barely in there herself, and it's probably one of the last places anyone would check, other than the Brew. "You can get a haircut."
She means it to be teasing, but it comes out a little flat anyway.
He puts his arm around her shoulders as they walk. She could use the
support, but he also wants to discourage people from talking to them, and
two friends who look like they've got something going on are less likely to
be bothered.
"Couple minutes more, then you can let go, alright? Just hold on."
"I did Joel's hair just fine, thanks," she replies, but she's perfectly fine with settling against his arm, eyes low. She wants to believe it'd take more than a gunshot wound to get the barge mobilized on anything, but who knows?
"I seen that guy, and I seen what I look like after I visit a real barber,"
he points out, easily bantering with her to keep her at least somewhat
occupied. "I'm gonna leave it to the professionals."
"That's fine by me, as long as someone keeps you from looking like you live in a cave," she replies, but she appreciates it. Keeps her from wanting to just run, even if there's really nowhere to run.
"That is so colossally fucked up," Tess replies. Cannibals. Exactly what she imagines to be living out there, anyway. "You could not pay me enough to live in a cave."
"Be honest with you, I mostly just slept right outside when it wasn't
raining. They kidnapped people and held 'em in cages, gave me the creeps to
stay in there even after we cleaned it out."
He takes out his journal when they get to the spa and opens it up, ushering
them inside. It is, indeed, blessedly quiet at this hour.
She goes in and immediately walks away from Arthur. Space is good. She feels like she needs to pace.
"Yeah, you won't get me to live just outside a cave, either."
She'd told Jake a week back that she planned to go to Arthur's world after all this, and though she questions the decision for an instant, she decides that she'd be able to handle that just fine. A world with cannibals can still be a world without Infected. It's still a step up.
"He just rounded the corner and nearly walked right into me, so I pulled the gun on him," she replies. Impulsive, but par for the course. "He put his hands up but I shot him anyway. All I could think was that he was Infected and at that range I couldn't take the chance."
She has no idea how to answer, and she hesitates on it, her pacing slowing.
“I’m just...” She heaves a sigh, aggravated. Fearful? She can’t remember the last time she admitted to that. “This shit is so fucked up. He’s just going to walk around like that? Two weeks from now he could round another corner and we do this again?”
Somehow it felt easier to be cocky about dealing with infected before she personally got bit.
“Maybe, I don’t know,” she replies. “I don’t even know if he’s telling the truth, for all I know he was just talking out his ass about ‘radiation’ to not get shot. They all do that. I hid my bite too.”
Wouldn’t explain how far along he looks while still being able to control his own body, but nothing about this makes sense anyway.
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"Well, now he's both shot and ugly as hell," Arthur says, pragmatically. It's likely not very nice of them to say all of this; he doesn't give a shit. She's upset, so it's warranted.
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"Alright, tiger, calm down," he grunts at her, shaking his head. "He's not gonna leave just 'cause you think he'd be better off without a leg."
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"Well, I'm not going to be in the same space as him," she informs him. "Are you close?"
The more time passes, the more reason to think someone's raised some sort of alarm.
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"Listen closely and you'll hear me," he says, speaking a little louder for a moment before he hangs up and walks up the stairs. He walks right to her and puts a big, warm hand on the back of her head.
"Come on. Time to go."
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"Where are we headed?"
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"Not your cabin or mine - spa?"
He never goes there and as such, in his head, it's more or less deserted all the time. Perfect to hide out in a little.
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She means it to be teasing, but it comes out a little flat anyway.
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"By you? Thanks, I'll pass."
He puts his arm around her shoulders as they walk. She could use the support, but he also wants to discourage people from talking to them, and two friends who look like they've got something going on are less likely to be bothered.
"Couple minutes more, then you can let go, alright? Just hold on."
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"I seen that guy, and I seen what I look like after I visit a real barber," he points out, easily bantering with her to keep her at least somewhat occupied. "I'm gonna leave it to the professionals."
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"I did live in a cave before I got here," he points out. "After we chased out the people-eaters."
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"Be honest with you, I mostly just slept right outside when it wasn't raining. They kidnapped people and held 'em in cages, gave me the creeps to stay in there even after we cleaned it out."
He takes out his journal when they get to the spa and opens it up, ushering them inside. It is, indeed, blessedly quiet at this hour.
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"Yeah, you won't get me to live just outside a cave, either."
She'd told Jake a week back that she planned to go to Arthur's world after all this, and though she questions the decision for an instant, she decides that she'd be able to handle that just fine. A world with cannibals can still be a world without Infected. It's still a step up.
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"Hey," he says, taking a seat on one of the adjustable chairs in front of the hairdresser's mirror. "What happened?"
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He nods, fingers tapping on his knees as she explains. "You freaked out? Couldn't think clearly?"
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“I wasn’t freaking out. Shooting someone who looks infected is perfectly clear thinking.”
Better safe than sorry.
“And even if he said he wasn’t infected before I shot him, everyone hides bites. He could have been lying.”
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"I'm askin', Tess, not judging," he tells her, calmly. "How are you feelin' about it right now?"
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“I’m just...” She heaves a sigh, aggravated. Fearful? She can’t remember the last time she admitted to that. “This shit is so fucked up. He’s just going to walk around like that? Two weeks from now he could round another corner and we do this again?”
Somehow it felt easier to be cocky about dealing with infected before she personally got bit.
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"So even knowing he's here, and he ain't infected, you still think you're gonna react the same way. I got that right?"
He doesn't judge her for it, but if they're going to solve this somehow, they need to know how bad it is to begin with.
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Wouldn’t explain how far along he looks while still being able to control his own body, but nothing about this makes sense anyway.
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