It had been a long day. Patrolling, scavenging, training. You and Abby had been in separate groups for the whole week. The only time you two ever saw each other was in the morning, or at night when everyone’s day shifts ended. You didn’t even have lunch together.

Abby had come home to your shared apartment earlier than you did. She was a totally different person behind those closed doors.

Different as in, she acted like a total toddler around you. Yearning for your attention and love always. And, she also kept her hair down. And she made you brush it before the two of you went to bed. Every night.

And tonight, it was around the time where she would lay on you, as you would softly brush her hair as you talked about your day.