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Dec. 1st, 2019 08:15 pmLee doesn't think he's been alone with Rick Grimes before. It's something that occurs to him when he receives his schedule for tonight's round of watch shifts, his name right next to the big man himself's, and something that Clementine comments on with an amazed Rick's really nice, you know? You're gonna be fine.
Lee knows that he's going to be fine, but that's not what he's concerned about; he's just not much in the way of conversation lately with anyone but Clementine, and thinking of four hours alone with the guy makes him nervous. He knows it's stupid to be nervous about being interesting, of all things. It's not like it's a social event, having the same watch as someone else. But there's this weird sense of not wanting to disappoint the guy after he'd taken them into their group, even if he's got Glenn (a completely unexpected reunion, that's for sure) vouching for him. Lee has never had to have someone vouch for him in the apocalypse before. And, in a weird-- if not slightly arrogant-- way, it occurs to him that he hasn't had to be more of a follower than a leader in a long time.
He appreciates it, though, not having to make the tough decisions any more. He likes the simplicity of doing supply runs, of patching up people who need patching up, of teaching others how to fight and learning how they fight in turn... and it isn't like it was before all of this, of course, but it's closer to normal than actively fearing for Clementine's life all the time. (And his own, too, but only because he doesn't want to have to leave her behind-- they'd come really damn close to it back in Savannah, and Lee never wants to go through anything like that again.) What he has here is good, and what he is for having it is lucky. He thinks about looking for some books the next time he goes on a run; Clementine is getting older by the minute, and if they've got something like this going, then maybe she can be an almost normal pre-teen, too.
Lee says good night to Clementine before he goes up to the watchtower, walkie-talkie latched onto his belt to speak with the other pair keeping watch on the other side of the facility. He's early, but only because it gives him more time to think of things to say-- things that, somehow, seem to fizzle out of existence as soon as he hears the door behind him open and Rick Grimes is, indubitably, in his personal space.
"Hey, man," is the first thing Lee says. "Guess you're the one picking up my slack this time."
By 'picking up his slack', Lee means 'making up for the fact I only have one arm'. He's perfectly capable without it and everyone knows as much, but he tries not to think too hard about the fact it's gone. Joking about it makes it easier; it makes Lee a little less likely to dwell on that strange sense of feeling it even when it's missing.
"You, uh" -- he reaches for the night-vision binoculars around his neck, pulling them off and handing them Rick's way -- "you want a look through these?"
Lee knows that he's going to be fine, but that's not what he's concerned about; he's just not much in the way of conversation lately with anyone but Clementine, and thinking of four hours alone with the guy makes him nervous. He knows it's stupid to be nervous about being interesting, of all things. It's not like it's a social event, having the same watch as someone else. But there's this weird sense of not wanting to disappoint the guy after he'd taken them into their group, even if he's got Glenn (a completely unexpected reunion, that's for sure) vouching for him. Lee has never had to have someone vouch for him in the apocalypse before. And, in a weird-- if not slightly arrogant-- way, it occurs to him that he hasn't had to be more of a follower than a leader in a long time.
He appreciates it, though, not having to make the tough decisions any more. He likes the simplicity of doing supply runs, of patching up people who need patching up, of teaching others how to fight and learning how they fight in turn... and it isn't like it was before all of this, of course, but it's closer to normal than actively fearing for Clementine's life all the time. (And his own, too, but only because he doesn't want to have to leave her behind-- they'd come really damn close to it back in Savannah, and Lee never wants to go through anything like that again.) What he has here is good, and what he is for having it is lucky. He thinks about looking for some books the next time he goes on a run; Clementine is getting older by the minute, and if they've got something like this going, then maybe she can be an almost normal pre-teen, too.
Lee says good night to Clementine before he goes up to the watchtower, walkie-talkie latched onto his belt to speak with the other pair keeping watch on the other side of the facility. He's early, but only because it gives him more time to think of things to say-- things that, somehow, seem to fizzle out of existence as soon as he hears the door behind him open and Rick Grimes is, indubitably, in his personal space.
"Hey, man," is the first thing Lee says. "Guess you're the one picking up my slack this time."
By 'picking up his slack', Lee means 'making up for the fact I only have one arm'. He's perfectly capable without it and everyone knows as much, but he tries not to think too hard about the fact it's gone. Joking about it makes it easier; it makes Lee a little less likely to dwell on that strange sense of feeling it even when it's missing.
"You, uh" -- he reaches for the night-vision binoculars around his neck, pulling them off and handing them Rick's way -- "you want a look through these?"
