"Oh? Good. Awesome!" [She smiled and stuffed the sandwich rather ungracefully into her mouth and stood up, smiling down at Elliot.] "Ready?"

Did you wanna do that… —Uh, when did you wanna do that?

"Um, whenever I mean. I'm free all day so... I mean I could do now or... later..." [She trailed off, wanting to slap herself for her rambling.]

[It takes him a minute to think about it because the only people he’s let up there with him have been Georgie and Sophie. Sophie went out once, then crawled back inside after a second, insisting that it was too high and she wasn’t going to fall and die on his account. And Georgie had been up only twice, both times to say encouraging words that he hadn’t wanted to hear.

[She bit her lip as Elliot thought it over, wondering to herself if she'd overstepped some boundary but the idea of sitting on a rooftop with Elliot and just... talking to him, spending time alone with him. It was nice, it was a really nice idea. She couldn't help but grin when he agreed and happily nodded her head. It was the first time shed felt anything but pure bitterness in a while.] "Really? Awesome! Great... thanks." [She smiled awkwardly at him, embarrassed at her over-excitement.]

I wouldn’t want this place to be Disneyland, at least not in the waste it is now.

"What? Have we really grown apart that much that I can't show you the tiniest bit of affection? I've always given you pet names, Harry. I haven't changed that much."

[He watches as the sandwich goes from his hands to hers and then grins when she takes a bite. He never used to talk to people or know who he was, not until their family became scandalous. It’s funny, he thinks, how he would have all that money again if they had died and lawyers still worked, if money was still a good currency. When it had no value, money meant nothing. And it was strange to think that his life had revolved around it for so long only to find out that it wouldn’t help him in times like these.]

[Sam licked some peanut butter from her fingertip as she listened to Elliot talk, nodding her head in understanding. Before they'd gotten here and they were wandering around the woods, she had lived with Isaiah and Harry, two of the only people she considered left of her family, even if she didn't get along so well with Harry anymore. Regardless, it hadn't been easy, living with two men. She had missed her mother so dearly then, missed having another feminine figure around to help her.] "Your roof?" [She perked up, pushing some hair behind her ear.] "Would you take me? I mean... only if you want to... I just think it would be nice and private and... nice."

"Like... stupid. I dunno." [She sighed and stomped over to him, sitting across from him at the table and leaning her cheek on her palm as she looked at him for a minute. Funny, how quickly she'd grown to like this boy despite having retreate into herself the moment she got her and her parents were shot.] "What are you doin' here all alone?"

[She wasn't in the best mood as she headed back towards her residence, but she was never in the best of moods. Especially not when she had just had a fight with Harry. Again. She stopped though, upon feeling a pair of eyes on her and saw Elliot looking rather amused.] "What? Am I walking funny or...?"

In that case…I do believe there was a calendar in the kitchen and last I checked, it was Friday…but that was a few days ago so I’m guessing it’s probably Sunday now.

"Hey thanks. I should probably start keepin' a calender. Especially if they days are gonna keep goin' by so fast I hardly notice it."

"Welcome… big lady."

"By big I hope you mean tall."

Of course not, but then the compound would be a pretty boring place now wouldn’t it.

"Borin'? As if it wasn't already? It's hardly Disneyland around here now, is it, sugar?"

I still stand by my words. People who see the dead as their loved ones need to get a grip Sammy. Once blood has been exchanged, that person is a goner with no hope.

"Not everyone can get over loss quite so easily, Harry. We ain't all quite as strong as you, now are we?"

Why can't people understand that walkers are not who they used to be?

"For some people, it's not quite as easy to let go of their loved ones. It's sad. Not stupid."

Unless you’ve got some sort of routine to maintain, I think it’s safe to say you don’t have to worry about the days being a blur.

"No routine. Nope. But I do like knowin' what day it is. Gives me an ounce of normality."

Will all due respect, Miss… how the fuck do I sound like your mother?

"Oh you know how moms are - 'specially southern moms - always yellin' at me to keep my room tidy. Now you're patrolin', makin' sure my place is nice and neat. Very mom-like of ya'."

"The days seem to get either longer or shorter… I don’t think anyone blames you."

"I know. It's just nice to know what day it is, it's more or less the only information I'm entitled to in this place."