Re: TWD: Beau/Amelia
[Beau looked up from the row of tiny stitches he was using to piece the shirt back together, a warm smile ready on his face for the woman who approached. He wasn't the best with names, but he knew the face, knew he had seen her about, but the situation had kind of killed a lot of his sociable nature. The world felt more dangerous than he had ever experienced before, and getting too close to people just meant being hurt if something happened to them. But he was always ready with a smile, the sewing put down in his lap.]
My mama taught me before she died. It's come in handy now and then, and I thought I'd try and be a little useful. You've got something you need fixed? I've got nothin' but time on my hands and I'm more than willing to help out.