Carl sat in the living room with Lori, him sitting back against her chest. Her fingers ran through his hair, rubbing his head. A movie played, his favorite, a shark documentary they’d seen countless times. He liked it though, so Lori didn’t mind. He had always been different like this, thirteen and still clinging to her as much as ever. Still outspoken, still blunt and honest. Sensitive. He was the same as he’d always been. Rick returns home soon, making Carl’s eyes light up