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"Okay," he said, squeezing her hand. "Let's go."
"What is it?" he asked curiously, looking over at her. * * * "She's your grandmother? Really?" * * * She followed him, clasping her hands in...
"I am worried," she muttered under her breath. "Do you need more coffee?"
He blinked, looking up at her. "A walk? Where to?"
He squinted at her, but followed behind, pursing his lips suspiciously. * * * "Garcia seems like kinda a badass," Aisling commented, raising one...
She frowned, tilting her head. "You gotta take care of yourself, Zaddy."
"You tried. It's not your fault."
He followed, slipping his hands in his pockets. "What's the plan?" * * * "Jaz..." she said slowly. "That's the big guy, right?" * * * She...
"You seem... I don't know. Tired."
"Don't be sad," he said soothingly. "It'll be okay."
"Alright. Fine. Lead the way," he said, gesturing towards the door. * * * "God. Who has that job?" she asked, looking over at him. * * *...
She looked over at him with a frown. "Are you okay?"
He sat down next to her, pulling her into his arms.
"Not very much," he admitted. "Why?" * * * "Exactly. Emerson insisted we needed protein, but no one was happy about doing the butchering." * *...
"With the void. I think it's better now."
He looked down at her, tilting his head gently. "Are you alright?"
He nodded with that cheeky grin. "Good idea. What kind of adventure?" ** * Her gaze traveled over them and she nodded thoughtfully. "I see....
She tilted her head suddenly, opening her eyes. "I think that did it."
He nodded silently, saying nothing.
He laughed again, shaking his head. "No, I'm not busy. What did you have in mind?" * * * Aisling went quiet, her eyes thoughtful. "There are...
