Re: By the bonfire: Holly/Trav
"We perform well within or demographic," Holly deadpanned, recognizing Travis' voice from the first word. "They have great expectations for our third season. With any luck, the whole town will implode and zombies will make a long-overdue appearance." He hadn't seen the guy since they'd all ended up in this mess, and he knew Travis blamed him for, well, this. Not the bonfire, which was top-notch, but for being here, in this insane version of Repose. And maybe he was to blame. Holly had no idea. He wasn't Tandy, and he didn't leap to conclusions, but he couldn't discount his own potential responsibility either. The fact existed that Travis was here, and Travis had ended up here after Holly had. Okay, okay, so there situations were nothing alike, like, in mechanism of travel, but Travis had spent his life where he, Holly, had, and that was undeniable.
Holly mentioned to one of the empty chairs at either side of him. "Sit. Noah was working. He was going to drop by later." Holly still wasn't happy about Noah and this pizza job he was way overqualified for, but that was a thought for another time.
He took another sip of his beer, and he leaned his head back against the chair. "So, my question stands," he said, but he deadpanned it, and then he grinned; thank the beer. "Nah, really, how have you been? I know I let you down by not wood-wandering with you." The buzz in Holly's head seemed to get louder when he even thought of the woods, and he was starting to notice that the air around him, like, did this wavy thing? Again, blame the beer. But he knew better than to ask if Travis missed home. He, Holly, didn't miss it where they'd come from, but he knew Travis did. Travis had left someone behind, right? And Holly did understand that. "I miss the normalcy," he admitted.