#i'm.... not crying...

“—We gon’ be alright, right?” The soft, careful voice broke the silence between the two friends as they laid in the brunette’s bed. The blonde’s hand, which was resting on the other woman’s, tensed a little, hoping ( impatiently ) for something positive reassurance. The act of touching another human, as platonic and innocent as it was, only proved how safe she felt WITH Hunter. “I jus’ — you know I wouldn’ make it without you. I mean... maybe I’d survive for a few days by myself physically, and maybe I could even, I don’ know, find someone else t’ look out f’r me, but I’d go insane ya know? An’ those raiders, they pro'ly ain’t the only of their kind.”