"Oh, Jesus," utters Joel, an acrimonious glance of exasperation thrown heavenward at the peeling, age-worn ceiling. He's not sure what pisses him off more - that Tess thinks being indebted to FEDRA guys for god knows how long is going to work in their favour, or that Tess damn well went scouting FEDRA-infested areas on her own without him there to protect her.
He works his jaw, trying with all his might not to lose his cool. Tess is the one person he doesn't like losing his cool with. Tess is dependable, despite how shitty he gets with her sometimes. She's smart, she's calculating, she's quick to come up with plans, far quicker than him at times. She's not afraid to do whatever it takes to survive, and never questions him doing the same. But she can also be really damn reckless. Sometimes leaps ahead of plans that both of them are supposed to be taking care of. Sometimes makes decisions that piss him the hell off.
"And what's that gonna cost us?" Joel squares a look back onto her, hands likewise still on hips, mirroring her. "Huh? Assuming our shipment even comes in. What then, Tess? We gonna be spending the winter watchin' our backs every time FEDRA guys are lurkin' around?"
Thing is, Joel knows that there isn't any other choice - the shipment of pills is supposed to be their ticket to staying afloat, but what else can they do in the meantime? Nothing. Just bargain their way out of things to buy them some more time.
Still. Joel is looking for an argument now. He's keyed up from the whole damn day. A lot of dead kids in those fucking truckloads of bodies today. It's always him that has to toss them into the fire because nobody else can. Or will. Probably will be a truckload more tomorrow. All for a measly eleven ration cards, maybe even less come tomorrow.
"The hell were you doin', headin' into damn FEDRA patrolled areas alone, anyway?" Joel continues, an accusing cock of his head at her.
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"Oh, Jesus," utters Joel, an acrimonious glance of exasperation thrown heavenward at the peeling, age-worn ceiling. He's not sure what pisses him off more - that Tess thinks being indebted to FEDRA guys for god knows how long is going to work in their favour, or that Tess damn well went scouting FEDRA-infested areas on her own without him there to protect her.
He works his jaw, trying with all his might not to lose his cool. Tess is the one person he doesn't like losing his cool with. Tess is dependable, despite how shitty he gets with her sometimes. She's smart, she's calculating, she's quick to come up with plans, far quicker than him at times. She's not afraid to do whatever it takes to survive, and never questions him doing the same. But she can also be really damn reckless. Sometimes leaps ahead of plans that both of them are supposed to be taking care of. Sometimes makes decisions that piss him the hell off.
"And what's that gonna cost us?" Joel squares a look back onto her, hands likewise still on hips, mirroring her. "Huh? Assuming our shipment even comes in. What then, Tess? We gonna be spending the winter watchin' our backs every time FEDRA guys are lurkin' around?"
Thing is, Joel knows that there isn't any other choice - the shipment of pills is supposed to be their ticket to staying afloat, but what else can they do in the meantime? Nothing. Just bargain their way out of things to buy them some more time.
Still. Joel is looking for an argument now. He's keyed up from the whole damn day. A lot of dead kids in those fucking truckloads of bodies today. It's always him that has to toss them into the fire because nobody else can. Or will. Probably will be a truckload more tomorrow. All for a measly eleven ration cards, maybe even less come tomorrow.
"The hell were you doin', headin' into damn FEDRA patrolled areas alone, anyway?" Joel continues, an accusing cock of his head at her.