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âI know you ainât no child, but that donât mean I ainât gonna worry,â Bobby sighed. âIâm not tryina fight, you know that, and you know it ainât about trust - ya know I trust ya - My brother, the kids, and you, I need to know yer all safe. You canât hold that against me, can you?â
He stopped himself, he really didnât want to argue or drag out whatever this was, he had dealt with the townspeople for most of the day, and was tired. He just wanted to go home, eat, and go to bed. Adjusting the bow on his back, he moved past Summer, starting off in the opposite direction toward home. âDonât stay out too late, darlin.â
For a brief moment, Summer became fascinated with the dirt on the ground, her teeth finding the inner part of her cheek. It was to her knowledge who much Bobby cared about those he wanted to protect; especially spending the last five years with him. By now, they all expected some kind of military to form up against the walking dead, or something to relieve them from having to fight for their lives every day - however nothing surfaced.Â
âI guess I canât hold that against you,â Summer mumbled under her breath as she looked up to see a tired Bobby. She wasnât sure why she didnât see it before - but his low brows and bags under his eyes told her it was time for him to lay down. As he moved to walk passed her, Summer put a hand on his arm. Giving it a light squeeze, the woman embraced him in a light hug - a hug which thanked him for all heâs done for the group and continues to still do.Â
âHow about I go with you back to the house?â she offered, her face raising to meet his with a small smile.












