Elliot's smile faded. He couldn't deny that it was the majority's opinion. The contradiction of being a rational thinker and being an optimist was that he knew very well that things were pretty hopeless, but that didn't mean he had to give in to it. Giving in meant giving up, and he enjoyed life far too much to let his hope just slip away.
The stranger did have a point. For every smiling, laughing face he saw surrounding the party tables, there were five other faces bearing frowns and sad expressions. It was hard to smile when so many others refused to. "So you're saying we should all just give up any desire for normalcy. Just march ourselves outside and let the undead have us? Excuse me for not being ready for that."
Elliot's frown grew as the other man continued to throw shit all over his good mood. "Yeah, that's right. I'm one of those so-called good guys who's spent the past two weeks pointlessly running around the infirmary area, trying to keep people alive. And what exactly are you contributing to all of this, other than your charming personality?"