Re: Rick, Michonne, & OTA - cleaning up the mess
The familiar unspoken looks, and the light hint of gentle nudging in the way only Michonne could, was a good sign. At least that's how Rick would take it. If things were still enough for her to make jokes, stick him in the direction he avoided because he thought he should still be going steady, it must have been alright. No one had a better set of gut instincts than her, maybe save for Daryl.
But if he hadn't asked or checked all those places one last time he'd be worrying. Maybe there was a body left forgotten, some injured they left behind, and Rick would never live with himself if it happened. That wasn't the case though, Michonne was right, and he knew it.
"If you say so, Chief." A light nod of his head would push him the last bit of the way towards the station entrance, picking up his coat with one hand, holding the door open for her with the other. Coat resting in the bend of his arm as he locked the place up.
"That bad huh? And here I was, thinkin' I looked as strong and resilient as the rest of you."