Re: Rick, Michonne, & OTA - cleaning up the mess
"Which is more than we can say for last time." He clipped the keys onto his belt, thankful that instead of abandoning it like the rest of his getup, Rick at least kept his issued gun, belt, and holster.
Turning around to face her and the town, Rick slid on his jacket before joining her side to walk along the path back to the Inn. He noticed the same eeire decent of emotion to blanket the place. In a way, it wasn't much different than how things were back at home. At times it was quiet, almost peaceful, and then it was blood in your ears.
"I'll think about it." She was about as close to being swept up with the wind as he was. Only better at hiding it, it seemed. Rick didn't stake much in trying to hide anything from his group anymore. Least of all someone that was so good at reading him. "But seeing as now we can actually have eggs, bacon, and grits again--as opposed to a quarter of the occasional rabbit? You make for a good argument."