Coworker’s and Josefine aside, the one he’d been most worried about during the entire Walking Dead situation, was Ramsey. Ramsey and her big doe eyes and her charcoal smeared cheeks. And her very beating heart and it was bad to assume someone couldn’t defend themselves, he’d been over that. But he was still outside the door of her apartment, back against it as he sat in the hall. He’d knocked and she hadn’t answered but he knew she was inside, could hear her in there. Warren couldn’t point that out though. Not without giving himself away and it occurred to him that he didn’t actually know if she….knew. Did she? “Rams, you know I could go total lumberjack on this door and I’m respecting your privacy as your friend, but I’m worried, man. Heck, we could converse through the door if you don’t want to see anybody. I just need some kind of verbal confirmation you didn’t bite it.” There was some humor in his tone, but he felt nervous. Like, did she find out and she just didn’t want to see him? No, maybe she had headphones in and just didn’t hear him. @hunter-haller