“You need a scar to remember you’ve been somewhere and you’ve done something?” Nick knew exactly what the guy meant, but she wasn’t above giving him a hard time simply to give him a hard time. “I don’t know, I considering getting away from a zombie scar-free as more of a success, but at least you’re immune so it was a win-win, for the most part.” She hadn’t honestly been all that close to a zombie since her own incident with one, and she definitely didn’t plan on getting anymore scars. But it was cute how he was trying his damnedest to convince her of the awesomeness of scars. At least it was a conversation, after all.
“Fine, fine. You’re not a movie snob,” she replied as her gaze moved over the assortment of movies he’d picked out. It was actually surprising the kind of variety the compound actually had for movies, apparently the looters had fairly eclectic tastes in movies or something. “Now which one of those would you watch if you had to pick just one to watch?”
Nick laughed and shook her head. “No, no I don’t. But if you’re looking for pity from me you probably won’t get it,” she had a feeling part of this conversation was just for dramatic effect. Plus, she really didn’t need the details of how a guy’s mind works – she was happy being slightly oblivious. “I mean you could think of baseball or something, right?” Wasn’t that what guys did to distract themselves? Nick slid off the arm of the couch and onto the free space on her end, tucking her legs up underneath her.
“Might as well, not like I’ve got anything else to do,” after all they wouldn’t need her in the kitchen for a little while now and she didn’t have anything to work on in the garage. “Which movie did you have in mind?”