"Tell me, sweetheart. I wanna hear it." he grins at you, with that stupid look on his face that doesn't let you refuse him anything, leaning on his elbow, turned to face you on the thin bedroll.

You chuckle, shaking your head.

"You sure? It wasn't anything exciting." you ask, almost about to tuck in and sleep the exhaustion away, if he didn't just sit up just now and decide he wanted pillowtalk.

"Yeah, absolutely. Tell me. What were ya doin' when the outbreak happened, hm?" he nods, nudging you to tell him everything, his eyes attentive.