[This is-- so absurdly, entirely, completely fucking normal that she just sort of. Stares down at the popcorn bowl for a few seconds like it's going to cough up the answer to the universe.
This is what it used to be like, huh? Hanging out. Having friends. And no one is worrying about whether or not the barricade is going to hold, or if you have enough to eat, or whether or not your patrol's coming back from a walkabout of the perimeter.
It's just this. Laughing, joking, eating popcorn.
God, Riley would love it. She deserved to see it. But she isn't here, can't be brought here, and so Ellie resolves to just... eat herself sick on popcorn and cookies and pop for the both of them. That's the best way to honour someone's memory, right?
So she curls up on the edge of the couch, feet tucked under herself. There's a blanket draped across the back of the cushions, she turns it into a little nest for herself.]
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This is what it used to be like, huh? Hanging out. Having friends. And no one is worrying about whether or not the barricade is going to hold, or if you have enough to eat, or whether or not your patrol's coming back from a walkabout of the perimeter.
It's just this. Laughing, joking, eating popcorn.
God, Riley would love it. She deserved to see it. But she isn't here, can't be brought here, and so Ellie resolves to just... eat herself sick on popcorn and cookies and pop for the both of them. That's the best way to honour someone's memory, right?
So she curls up on the edge of the couch, feet tucked under herself. There's a blanket draped across the back of the cushions, she turns it into a little nest for herself.]
Hey, Clark?