It was odd, being around you so much. You were alive before the outbreak, but only just. You'd grown up in it.

Now, you'd found an old recorded CD with pop from before the outbreak and were dancing in his living room, swaying your hips.

He rolled his eyes as you mouthed the words at him.

I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans, be your teenage dream tonight, you mouthed.

He couldn't help but smile. Just a bit. "What are you doin', kid?" He rumbled.