A nice walk. Yet again, there Eloise went proving that she was a rare find here at the end of the world. Not many people would think of a walk in the winter through a zombie infested wasteland a "nice walk," but she had.
"It's generally not nice, no. You got lucky," was all he said at first, though he felt guilty shortly thereafter because it sounded like he was chiding her or reprimanding her for coming out this way. "Well, I'm glad you got here in one piece, for sure. And I'm glad for your company. Can't say I get too many pleasant visitors out this way," he admitted with a genuine smile. He cast her another sidelong glance, still both amazed and pleased that she'd come to visit him.
He watched her as she looked over the sketch that he'd drawn, his smile growing wider as hers did. He watched her point at the page and looked down at it instinctually. He was quite pleased with the drawing, to be honest, and that she was pleased with it made it a little more worthwhile.
"Tres bien. Glad you like it," he said, turning and looking at her from the drawing.
To be honest, it hadn't struck him until just that moment that he'd put his whole sketchbook in her hands. All she'd have to do would be flip the page back a few and basically all of his life before would be on display. He wouldn't mind if she did, of course, he just hoped she'd ask first.