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“I wasn’t hiding. I just needed time to figure out how to talk to you. I don’t know if your memory is well but you were very rude last we spoke. I didn’t want that again.”
“Ohhhh yeahhh. I might recall something like that happening.”
“Excuse you, might? Something?”
“Ok. I was sort of a dick. There.”
“Sort of?!”
“Don’t push it. You’re no fucking angel, alright.”
“You’re a hypocrite, you know that?”
“But you look good. The color suits you.”


Team Patrick, or Team Isaac?


Connor ended up sticking around. Of course.

He built that chicken coop just like he promised. It kind of exceeded all expectations. I thought the kid was full of shit. But he even went out and caught the chickens himself. Watching Connor chase down chickens (and get chased himself) was the hardest I’ve laughed in… longer than I can remember.

And he doesn’t stop bothering me, like he promised. Honestly– Connor is obnoxious, tries way too hard, and I’m pretty sure there is nothing in that boy’s head. Like, literally nothing. He’s dumb as a rock.

But… he does respect my space when I tell him to fuck off, which is nice. And I do find him funny. Occasionally. Sometimes he’ll shut up and just sit with me quietly when I’m in a bad mood. I like that.

When we’re on a supply run I feel safest with Connor, even though he sucks at taking out dead ones.

I dunno. The kid may get on my nerves, but there’s also something about him that’s just so–

No, you know what, I’d like to punch him in the face at least once.