"Betcha miss me." he chuckles gruffly; even through the tinny static and interference, you can about hear the smirk he's got on his face right now. You huff like the answer's obvious, rolling onto your front to be more comfortable, your head laid on the pillows while you're talking to him.

"Mm, did I make that too obvious by calling in ten times a day?" you answer; he too can almost taste your grin through the speaker.

The group's between settlements at the moment. Sometimes at the prison, or checking up on the farm, or at Woodbury, or Alexandria. Shane's at Woodbury now, making fortification plans with the Governor, while you're still at Alexandria, waiting for him to come back into your arms.

"Uh huh.. you ain't never been one for subtlety, miss." he mutters under his breath; you can hear what he's doing in the background. Arranging guns and setting aside ammo for the base. Your cowboy's always busy being resourceful.