Ellie pulls a face, thinking back to when she'd heard the stalkers with Abby. Thank fucking god she hadn't had to stumble through that one. She'd never been so grateful to run across an infected before.
With a sigh, she relaxes her shoulders, reaches down to knead at the sides of her knee -- she's only twenty-three and they already bother her at times.
"... yeah, I heard about it." It's a lot to wrap her head around, the idea of just. Being absent for that long. Five years is a long, long time, especially with relationships, or-
God. When she thinks of everything that's happened in the past five years...
"Fuck, though- at least. At least you were still friends?"
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Ellie pulls a face, thinking back to when she'd heard the stalkers with Abby. Thank fucking god she hadn't had to stumble through that one. She'd never been so grateful to run across an infected before.
With a sigh, she relaxes her shoulders, reaches down to knead at the sides of her knee -- she's only twenty-three and they already bother her at times.
"... yeah, I heard about it." It's a lot to wrap her head around, the idea of just. Being absent for that long. Five years is a long, long time, especially with relationships, or-
God. When she thinks of everything that's happened in the past five years...
"Fuck, though- at least. At least you were still friends?"
Is that better, or worse, though? Really?