Babs x Nathan
“Hey,” Nathan said, dropping onto the opposite couch as he worked through the awkward feeling that he’d walked into a moment that hadn’t been meant to be seen by an audience. He’d been looking for an empty place in the house for just a few minutes, but choosing the living room obviously hadn't been the right choice. “Those pictures make me cry too.”
He leaned his elbows on his knees, nearly folded in half as he tried to gauge where Babs was on the scale of one to breakdown. Unsurprisingly it was difficult, despite the hastily wiped away tears, so he gave up quickly. He’d been trying to give Savannah and Maizie space to process, and he’d intended to do the same with Babs. It had been enough that she’d come for dinner, and brought TJ with her. It’d been nice to have more than just the four of them in the house, but it hadn’t lightened the mood that hovered; Nathan thought there wasn’t much that could have done that anyway.
“Never gets any easier,” he continued more seriously, thinking about the people that he’d lost himself. Most of them before the outbreak, but some of them after. “It was good of you to come, though.”