onlyhxmxn-archive-blog ;   Shaking her head, she turned to look up towards the bridge. All she saw was the glare of sunlight. Of course, she'd never met Lori, but it was a sad time for him and she wouldn't act any differently if she were in his place, but she wasn't. They needed him. She would have to help him if that's what it took. Hunting ghouls and his imagination. "Rick, please look at me," this was as close as they'd been, Leigh brought her hands up to his cheeks, cupping them. "--let me ... help you."

_{Leigh’s physical touch made him feel sick, especially with his wife standing there, staring at the two of them. He felt like he’d betrayed Lori, even though he’d done nothing wrong. He batted her hands away, stepping back but continuing to stare ahead. He didn’t need help, he needed to do this alone, this was something he had to do. “You can’t help me,” he mumbled, not wanting to look away from Lori. He knew that if he did, she would disappear again and God knows when she’d come back.}