He had no intention of underestimating anyone in this new world because he had seen enough apocalyptic movies to know that everyone turns into a badass at the end, but he couldn't help but think Kitty looked fragile. It had everything to do with her small stature and his knowledge of who she was to the other, deader, him.
"If you need to, you know, talk about him or whatever, I can listen. If that's not super weird for you," he offered, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie as he avoided looking at her. He hadn't been all the great at talking to girls in Ohio and a week of this insanity hadn't changed that.