Well for a date with a zombie. But he looks at her with such stupidly obvious emotions, and it doesn't feel very corpse-y. Even if he hangs on some words and trips over others. Julie knows there's probably going to be photographs of this, some sort of mad Capital paparazzi videotaping their date -- maybe exclamations of how fucking crazy she is. Something to soup up excitement, maybe to try to rope in some seriously fucked sponsors.
One of the best reasons to avoid the televisons. As much as she can, of course.
She chews the leafy bits of a piece of asparagus, soaked in juices and seasonings she doesn't even know the name of. Butter she recognizes; she remembers globs of it on baked potatoes at a cook-out. When people could hang out in a fenced off backyard and not have to worry if the barbed wire will hold.
Once she looks back up at him, she blinks. Flattery wars with that warm sense of, hell, embarrassment that he hasn't felt since Perry started flirting with her. She smiles, though, pleased and a hint flustered. "Yeah, me too." Maybe it's kind of nice, having a bit of freedom. No dad looking down to see if her new boyfriend was good with a Glock. Even if a very small, idiotically idealizing part of her wouldn't mind introducing them. (Thinking maybe Grigio's first reaction wouldn't be putting a bullet between his eyes.) "I mean, it... it helps. Being in there, knowing you are too."
Which is a shitty way to put it, but there you go. That's all she's got. Even if she lost Mom, she's always had someone. Dad, then Nora. Perry. Rosso. Now she has no way of knowing if they've survived the day.
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One of the best reasons to avoid the televisons. As much as she can, of course.
She chews the leafy bits of a piece of asparagus, soaked in juices and seasonings she doesn't even know the name of. Butter she recognizes; she remembers globs of it on baked potatoes at a cook-out. When people could hang out in a fenced off backyard and not have to worry if the barbed wire will hold.
Once she looks back up at him, she blinks. Flattery wars with that warm sense of, hell, embarrassment that he hasn't felt since Perry started flirting with her. She smiles, though, pleased and a hint flustered. "Yeah, me too." Maybe it's kind of nice, having a bit of freedom. No dad looking down to see if her new boyfriend was good with a Glock. Even if a very small, idiotically idealizing part of her wouldn't mind introducing them. (Thinking maybe Grigio's first reaction wouldn't be putting a bullet between his eyes.) "I mean, it... it helps. Being in there, knowing you are too."
Which is a shitty way to put it, but there you go. That's all she's got. Even if she lost Mom, she's always had someone. Dad, then Nora. Perry. Rosso. Now she has no way of knowing if they've survived the day.