Darla (and in order not to break my brain this one is happening a bit later than the other with Ash)
Lazarus was quite the loner even among his tribe and while he was gracious and friendly to all there were only a few that got well past his inner walls and inner defenses. Darla was one of these people. He for some reason had a special place in his heart for her and her spit fire ways. Her gabbing on about his eventual on set of lung cancer was just her way of telling him she would miss him when he died from having lungs that looked like charcoal briquettes.
Laz moved to sit on the edge of the nearest table and stamped out his cigarette on the heel of his shoe before he slipped the half smoked remainder behind his ear. His hazel eyes locked on to her own eyes before he reached out grabbing Darla by the wrist gently and pulling her close. “You are always so grumpy. A positive attitude would do you a world of good you know.” He pulled her even closer and wrapped his arms around her loosely. She could easily step away from him and break his hold but he hoped she wouldn’t.
He leaned in to whisper in to her ear so only she could hear his words. “If you want to leave all you need do is ask. Life is too fleeting than to do things you truly don’t wish to.”