R tries to talk him out of it and then eventually realizes he can't. Howard's there but not and there's nothing he can do about it except wait. And wait some more.
It's one of the few good things to come out of being an ex-zombie.
He feels more than sees Howard shift next to him. There's a slight hitch in his breath. The rocking changes tempo; it doesn't stop, but it changes and he assumes that change is good. When he turns his head, he can see Howard's black eyes on him, glistening, with the frightened look of a small dog about to get flattened by a truck. R's almost afraid to breathe himself, worried he could set Howard off before he's ready. He dips his head in a slow nod to show he's there. He's listening. He's there.
R turns back to stare at the wall of clothes blocking their view. He spends a few minutes studying threads and stitching, a tag poking out that he can't make heads or tails on what it says. His arms are still wrapped around Howard's skinny frame, their warmth bleeding into each other. After awhile, he glances back down at Howard.
"We could stay here," R says, keeping each word clear but slow. Quiet. "Whatever you want to do."
If they haven't gotten stabbed yet, they probably aren't getting stabbed out there. It wouldn't take that long for someone to come running to investigate, right?
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It's one of the few good things to come out of being an ex-zombie.
He feels more than sees Howard shift next to him. There's a slight hitch in his breath. The rocking changes tempo; it doesn't stop, but it changes and he assumes that change is good. When he turns his head, he can see Howard's black eyes on him, glistening, with the frightened look of a small dog about to get flattened by a truck. R's almost afraid to breathe himself, worried he could set Howard off before he's ready. He dips his head in a slow nod to show he's there. He's listening. He's there.
R turns back to stare at the wall of clothes blocking their view. He spends a few minutes studying threads and stitching, a tag poking out that he can't make heads or tails on what it says. His arms are still wrapped around Howard's skinny frame, their warmth bleeding into each other. After awhile, he glances back down at Howard.
"We could stay here," R says, keeping each word clear but slow. Quiet. "Whatever you want to do."
If they haven't gotten stabbed yet, they probably aren't getting stabbed out there. It wouldn't take that long for someone to come running to investigate, right?