[She stops at that, fingers abandoning their current assignment of wiping at the side of her arms, so that when those hard angles start to even out she's somewhat more aware of the chalky texture coating her hands from dried sweat and dust than she is how on earth they wound up at this point.
Whether it's exhaustion making them stupid or the thought that they might really be screwed over this time: wind up zombies for the rest of their un-lives.
Or maybe just the frustration that comes from being in two separate places when neither of them really feels comfortable in the role they're currently playing. When they could actually have one another's backs.]
No, it's mine. [a beat] And I could use some place to lie down for a while.
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Whether it's exhaustion making them stupid or the thought that they might really be screwed over this time: wind up zombies for the rest of their un-lives.
Or maybe just the frustration that comes from being in two separate places when neither of them really feels comfortable in the role they're currently playing. When they could actually have one another's backs.]
No, it's mine. [a beat] And I could use some place to lie down for a while.