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Even though he was caught up with his thoughts and the environment, it was easy to hear the grass moving as Michonne approached. Rick didn't ever think he wouldn't be listening for walkers at night. But he straightened as he watched her walk over, head turning curiously. She wasn't the overly talkative type. As he'd expected she kept mostly to herself but she did come and not sit like a stump in the middle of the crowd. Just like the rest of them, buried in Michonne was still a person, and Rick wondered if maybe she even enjoyed herself a little.
He half smiled, albeit still puzzled by her approach, especially with the beer. This would only be his second that night, the other offered by Daryl. Rick took it without argument, not willing to deny her attempt at conversation or relaxing. If Michonne was easing into it like this, maybe he really was wound too tight.
"Just thinking bout today." Rick nodded in thanks, staring down a the bottle before taking a small sip. He glanced back up to meet the half smile that was about as friendly as it got with Michonne. Or as far as he'd seen. "Been awhile since I could feed a lot of people in a safe environment, or see them relax and have fun. Like they should."