"I'm just remindin' you, 's all." Gray shifted on the bed, moving so he could get as comfortable as possible. They were lucky in this apocalypse; pallet beds might not have been the most ideal beds, but it was better than the floor in an unsafe place. And they had more privacy than most, though it still wasn't nearly as private as any of them could have hoped for.
But today, a rare morning with nothing waiting for him and Maizie not around to gag when they got a little too affectionate--yes. You could say Gray was making the most of the apocalypse, such as could be made.
"And for the record, since I know you's thinkin' it, I'm plenty capable of being that lucky."