[Shrug. Nod? He doesn't remember spending much time at the airport but he remembers knowing that's where people would be. What he'd found hadn't been what the Living called people, but there was safety in numbers, and the airport hosted such a large number of Dead that the Living didn't dare to come near it.
But she asks about friends and she might not expect the way his expression brightens up. Or that he nods.]
Y-yeah. One. [One finger held up. Just the one. R pauses, tilts his head slowly to one side, then shrugs with a crooked little smile.]
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But she asks about friends and she might not expect the way his expression brightens up. Or that he nods.]
Y-yeah. One. [One finger held up. Just the one. R pauses, tilts his head slowly to one side, then shrugs with a crooked little smile.]
H... he's a-an asshole.