HO-Lee Shit

Ellis can't help the face he makes up at Nick. The bastard had been watching him the better of 10 minutes trying to stich up the wound on his leg. Ellis had been a little careless, had ran into the side of guardrail. The metal had all but sliced off half his leg, if you asked him how bad the pain felt. In reality the cut was deep and a bit jagged. But, hell Ellis thought that he was doing okay. "Yeah?" He asks raising an eyebrow at the man. "I ain't gonna say no to help. Thought, maybe a pretty scar could make me super cool." He asks trying to make light of it.

Ellis doesn't have to think too hard to know he doesn't have Nick wrong about this. The two of them watching from the safe room window into the streets. Outside it's storming something horrible, the wind howling so loud Ellis can feel it in his bones. He stares for a long minute at Nick's profile. There's so much to be scared of now, and if Ellis was a braver man he would admit it to Nick he was actually terrified. He tried to play it off, tried to focus on finding help and an Evac station, but deep down-- he was worried that this was going to be the rest of their lives, on the run hopping that something finally, finally, worked out for them. He missed his ma, and his friends, it's been a life time between now and when he last saw them. He takes of his hat, his fingers running through his hair as he leans back against the safe house walls. "I dunno. Yew thinkin' it's a bad thing to maybe admit that this is kinda-- I dunno one for the books I would say. If yew admit yer scared, I'll say I am too. I'm startin' to think maybe..." His voice is soft as it trails off. "Yew think this is gonna end?"