#ericraleigh

@eric-raleigh​ || meme continuation || from here!

Paul lifts his palm to brush over his mouth before his hand falls back down again and his elbows prop themselves against his upper thighs, forearms running along the tops of his legs and fingertips laced together between his knees. He watches as Eric approaches, taking stock of the man before he reaches him.

He always wants to know how Eric is doing. How he’s settling in. What it’s like for him here. Hilltop is a far cry from the comforts of Alexandria at times. Though the Saviors and Negan had done a good job at levelling most of it and putting them on even terms. Other creature comforts still remained and Hilltop lacked them completely. Not that it was without some. It was still a safe place with high walls and capable people. Plenty of food sources and on the mend from the hits it’d taken. Though not nearly as much as Alexandria in that aspect..

..Though one major difference for Eric, Paul knew, was the fact that here? There was no Aaron. Which is what brought him here, no doubt. The bulk of the reason why. A place to start over. Begin again. Without the past crammed behind metal walls to come face to face with daily or more. But even then? They were together a long time. Shaking the comfort of having someone who knew you before was hard enough. Losing someone who loved you before? Someone you loved back? Paul doesn’t know because he had no one..

But he can feel it radiating from Eric that it’s been hard. Aaron, in the times he’s been near him that he doesn’t mention to Eric, seems to be the same way. Moving on but baby steps through a broken world that can’t seem to fix itself for long without something always happening.

Paul smiles at the mention of someone snoring being something Eric is having a time getting past. A brow quirks up and he shifts one elbow over to gently nudge Eric’s arm. “I’m sure there’s a room or two inside that you can hear someone sawing logs through the walls. Another reason why I’m grateful for the upgrade,” he tosses a glance over his shoulder into the privacy of his trailer and back.

Drawing in a breath, Paul curls more into himself as if he’s a half ball of thought before he finds the answer to that question. Gaze fixed on the sky above, he puffs out a slight chuckle before swinging his attention back. “There’s simply some weeks were my bones can’t seem to find the will to rest. Problem is? They take my thoughts with them for the ride. Then I’m out here til sunrise wondering what happened to the entire night.”