[ An endless supply of food - even junkfood - is the kind of thing people would kill for, in his world. They kill for a lot less, already. (Joel included.) But that thought's neatly pulled off its tracks when she mentions her kid, his mind already caught in an uneasy place between the past and the present—
Whatever brief levity there may have been lingering at the vestiges of his expression fades abruptly, and Joel averts his gaze, looking around the dark circle of close-parked trailers. ]
no subject
Whatever brief levity there may have been lingering at the vestiges of his expression fades abruptly, and Joel averts his gaze, looking around the dark circle of close-parked trailers. ]
That so?