"Don't be a shithead Rick, stop tellin' yourself y' know shit, you don't." Shane's voice echoes through the campsite. He's not yelling yet, but his voice is loud.

" 'M makin' the right choice here, Shane, you just don't see it." Rick's diplomatic tone counters, and you can hear dirt being kicked into the dying bonfire, probably by the angry knobhead.

"It ain't a decision! You tellin' everybody to not go, what, one mile away from the farm, why? It don't keep no one safe, no distance can." Shane snarls in retort.

"It does, man! You ain't see it, you ain't see past your own damn broken nose, brother. All I'm sayin' is, if anyone gets so far from the farm that they can't be helped—"

"Like hell that'll do anythang! We needa cover as much ground as possible— do you wanna find Sophia? You were the one tellin' me that we should keep lookin' for her- I relented. I said to give up search but you got into ma head that she's just a lost kid, so we're still lookin'. And now you givin' us a direct command to 'not go too far'? That don't protect nothin' Rick, you damn well know that." Shane spits one more time, rage filling him entirely.

"Goodnight, brother." Rick huffs, turning sharply to get into the tent where Lori and Carl are sleeping. Shane's never an easy man to deal with.

Shane grits his teeth and his jaw ticks, not liking how Rick's avoiding this confrontation. He curses, extinguishes the bonfire by crushing the embers with his boot, and marches back into your shared tent, mad as all hell.

He ducks his head not enough to avoid getting nearly smothered by the canvas as he steps in, and kicks his boots off with enough temper to send them flying.

To his surprise, you're still up. Sat against the pillow, needle and thread in your hands, mending his shirt. Like you said you would in the afternoon.

Shane dims the flame rattling in his chest as he pulls his shirt off, the scowl etched hard onto his face still. Not because of you. Never because of you.

".. y' still up." he murmurs softly, watching you sew for a minute, failing at keeping the burn out of his tone.