[Well, the particulars of the excuse didn't matter so much, really. If she has things her way, they won't be spending much time around the survivors to chat them up anyway. She returns her attention back to him to ensure he didn't have anything obviously out of place, leaving his status questionable, and is about to reach out to pull his hood over his head when he shocks her. Ryder frowns, her expression partly offended, but mostly confused and sad. She steadies herself with a breath, glancing down to the little space between them instead.]
'How many slams in an old screen door? Depends how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live 'em. How much love inside a friend? Depends how much you give 'em.'
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[Well, the particulars of the excuse didn't matter so much, really. If she has things her way, they won't be spending much time around the survivors to chat them up anyway. She returns her attention back to him to ensure he didn't have anything obviously out of place, leaving his status questionable, and is about to reach out to pull his hood over his head when he shocks her. Ryder frowns, her expression partly offended, but mostly confused and sad. She steadies herself with a breath, glancing down to the little space between them instead.]
'How many slams in an old screen door?
Depends how loud you shut it.
How many slices in a bread?
Depends how thin you cut it.
How much good inside a day?
Depends how good you live 'em.
How much love inside a friend?
Depends how much you give 'em.'
...H-how could I not?