"I don't know. You seem like a freak show to me," he remarked in good humor after her circus comment -- giving her shoulders a weak squeeze. His eyes drifted toward his bed somewhat longingly, but moving there seemed like too much effort. Besides, there were still several zombies on the loose in the complex so although they got a temporary reprieve, it wasn't safe to let their guard down at all. Sleep was out of the question.
He mulled over her words quietly -- prior to the circus comment. Her words about wanting to help people and make a difference because that was exactly the type of person Lucy was -- optimistic, kind-hearted, and heroic (although a little bit ditzy and a whole lot of masochistic.) "How many people do you think you can make a difference to? Let's be reasonable, Lucy. You're pretty useless, don't know how to fight, and don't even have a partner. All you'd wind up doing is causing more trouble if you can't manage to pull something lucky off." He paused, but not long enough for her to explode in between this and his next statement.
"It's selfish of you to need to make a difference to everyone..." he closed his eyes, his words are weary and tired. "Can't you just be happy making a difference to one guy? One guy who might not seem grateful that you put up with him, but really is. One guy who might've forgotten you when he got sent back, but it made him realize he doesn't want to risk losing you again and going out in a battle like that ain't exactly helping? One guy who really doesn't take it well when he loses the things he cares about," he cracked his eye open to peer at her. "That guy's me, by the way."
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He mulled over her words quietly -- prior to the circus comment. Her words about wanting to help people and make a difference because that was exactly the type of person Lucy was -- optimistic, kind-hearted, and heroic (although a little bit ditzy and a whole lot of masochistic.) "How many people do you think you can make a difference to? Let's be reasonable, Lucy. You're pretty useless, don't know how to fight, and don't even have a partner. All you'd wind up doing is causing more trouble if you can't manage to pull something lucky off." He paused, but not long enough for her to explode in between this and his next statement.
"It's selfish of you to need to make a difference to everyone..." he closed his eyes, his words are weary and tired. "Can't you just be happy making a difference to one guy? One guy who might not seem grateful that you put up with him, but really is. One guy who might've forgotten you when he got sent back, but it made him realize he doesn't want to risk losing you again and going out in a battle like that ain't exactly helping? One guy who really doesn't take it well when he loses the things he cares about," he cracked his eye open to peer at her. "That guy's me, by the way."