"You better watch it," Harlow said, lifting his brows slightly-- and for the first time the entire night, he wasn't really joking. "'Too many' happens quicker than you'd think." Harlow felt like he knew that better than anyone. There was a gravity behind his statement, a quick glimpse of pain in his eyes before it was wiped clean and replaced with his usual bravado. "Especially with a sweet singing voice like yours, doll. You'll drag in all the geeks in town."
"Hm," Harlow hummed, looking thoughtful at Mort's words, inhaling a drag off the cigarette and looking towards the sky as they walked. There used to be no night sky above New York City, no stars in sight. The city that never slept was a flood of light, bleeding into the sky. Not anymore, though. Harlow could see more stars in the sky above the city than he used to be able to see out in the woods of Jersey, the furthest away from civilization he ever got before the infection. "For me, home is people. My friends. The family I make. Don't feel homeless with them around. They're where I belong. I used to travel with a bunch of friends, but everywhere we went we were home."