( she isn't quite enough of a problem child to wipe her snot on his shirt, so she sort of pushes herself away from the solid wall of his chest and just. wipes her nose on her shirt sleeve.

(shirt, also definitely stolen from a thrift store.) )

I don't need reassurance, James. I'm fine. It's just. It's a lot, you know?

( it's a lot, and she misses joel, and... weirdly, that sense of danger. fight or flight. survival. that came along with her world. )

And you guys are past the year. No infection for you. Guess that's something, right?