But he didn't try anything and she had to think that some of that was because she had played the right card. He could be the sweetest man she'd ever have the pleasure to meet but he could also be the most evil, sickest son of a bitch too. T had made a call. Both of them were alive as they came rolling in through the gates, so she made the right call.
That was the way the world worked now. Split decisions were constantly brimming. There was very little time to think long and hard. You had to think quick and be alright with whatever consequences spit out.
A sulking man was alright with her. Let him rest. Let him fantasize about fucking her shit up. She didn't have any control on his feelings. Maybe he'd come around but if he didn't, then she couldn't worry about it.
The whole way home she'd only had one thought. That she had delivered everything safe and sound. In the end, that was all she wanted at the end of the day.
They're behind the wall now, the gate is closing. The world she comes from is chaos but it makes sense to her.
"Sweeter." She tells him when he asks her, still sticking with the less is more routine that has been working in this situation. "and let's get one thing clear. You don't make the rules here. I'll let you hold onto your bag for now. That's all I can do for you. The rest is up to you." and with that she climbs out. Stupid SOB. They always have to bark out something. Tolerant for the most part, she'd let him. In the end, whether he got to hold on to his bag wasn't his call and it wasn't hers either.
Standing by the spoils of the day she opens the back of the capped bed. It's filled to the capacity with all kinds of stuff. She hadn't had a chance to go through it but it was definitely worth the effort. There's even ammo. Though, she doesn't see any guns right away. They could be piled in the back amidst the boxes. Teagan can't help but be pleased with herself.