"It looks like you're fixin' to paw your way through my drawers with my baby girl asleep not fifteen feet away," he said. "Is what it looks like. You wanna tell me I'm wrong?" He grabbed both of her hands and tried very hard to stifle the groan of abject frustration. He really, really got what she was driving at. It'd been a while.
But there was also the matter of his daughter, and the rest of the survivors. This just wasn't appropriate, not like it would have been back before, when they'd had their own bed in their own bedroom in their own house where nobody could bother them.
Not for the first time (not by a long shot), Grayson Wolfe found himself missing the time before the zombies. But they were alive now and oh right, stopping Savannah. He shifted a little, adjusting so he was a little harder to get to. "Honey, we really can't do this, not here. Not right now. Okay?"