Ellie had essentially been stomping around since you two were sent out on patrol together. Everything seemed to piss her off since her conversation with Joel this morning. Matter fact ever since last night when you made some off hand joke about being girlfriends. The term pretty ambiguous in this case and that pissed her off. You weren’t girlfriends like two girls from a teen movie, that wasn’t the type of girlfriends she wanted to be. God, no.

When you asked her what was wrong, of course she brushed it off and just blamed it on being sleepy and hangry. You knew it was complete bullshit. When she was pissed, she was at least happier with you around. Ranting all about the subject of her annoyance then moving on to whatever was on her head later.

“Girlfriends.” She grumbled in a high pitched voice, shaking her head to mimic who knows. “Stupid fucking—“ Ellie’s head snapped toward you, the anger in expression dissolving at the sight at you. “Huh? I’m fine.” She sat down on a boulder and fiddled with her pocket knife. Her knee bounced up until you sat yourself next to her forcing her to share the space with you. “Stop looking at me like that.”