Pree hadn't known Dieter's world before the zombie hordes, but he had some inkling of what empty-feeling could mean. What a lack of trust in each other did to people. Social beings weren't made to live in fear of one another.
"Weapons getting out of control," he mused. "Seems to be a trend. But you trusted some people, didn't you? And they trusted you - I know, I know. You'll say it was for a job. But shared purpose can be a beautiful thing. Even if it's impermanent." Because the zombies had attacked. And Dieter had saved someone else's life and given up his own.
Because he was here and damn if Pree wasn't glad. He turned his hand, balancing both the little nail polish brush on its bottle cap handle and cupping Dieter's lower jaw. "They didn't get your spirit, that's for damned sure."