He leaned away with the punch, giving the ex-officer a look; before punching him back. The manner remained playful, as it always did.
❝ Yeah, ❞ he scoffed. ❝ S’a rite a passage for Saint Patty’s day ain’t it? ❞ the hunter couldn’t actually remember feeling good about it all, if he was honest.
❝ M’sure if you’da been there, it mighta’ been better. ❞
♙ —The punching back and forth was fun. However, he never entirely knew why they did it, what benefit it had. To anyone that stood and watched the two of them, they would have assumed they’d been flirting.
Rick rarely celebrated holidays anymore. They hadn’t done much on Christmas, nor had they celebrated birthdays when they came around. What was the point of pretending everything was normal when it wasn’t?
❝ Probably would'a been. Been told I’m great fun when I’m drunk. ❞ Memories of the CDC came rushing back to him.