"brought you food..." Rick was trying, he really was! grieving wasn't easy, he was very well aware of that! but this wasn't right. Rick was watching you slowly writhe away, as you weren't properly taking care of yourself, let alone let anyone help taking care of you. and he was a patient man, especially when it came to you... but this surely wasn't healthy.

when you ― once again ― declined his offered food he sighed. his patience wasn't endless, and he was terribly worried! if you would just talk to him...

"Judith keeps asking for you...," the man spoke slowly then, hoping that mentioning the toddler that had grown to call you her mother, would somehow magically make you feel better. "i ― would you please at least eat something. i'm real worried here, sweetheart..."