[Ellie can just thank her lucky fucking stars that Joel wasn't trapped in the Safehouse like this. It makes her all the more determined to check on the next batch, make sure they're settling in.
Even if they can't escape, like she did, and even if she's not the most comforting of people, she can at least try. The worst she can do is fail miserably at it.
Or get punched. That could happen too.
So she comes in a couple of days in, holding a gorgeous-smelling order of fries and ketchup from Red Wings, and sits on the vacant bed next to Will -- she doesn't know his name yet, but he's been staring off into space for a long-ass time.
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Even if they can't escape, like she did, and even if she's not the most comforting of people, she can at least try. The worst she can do is fail miserably at it.
Or get punched. That could happen too.
So she comes in a couple of days in, holding a gorgeous-smelling order of fries and ketchup from Red Wings, and sits on the vacant bed next to Will -- she doesn't know his name yet, but he's been staring off into space for a long-ass time.
... and she kinda. Knows that feeling.]
You want some? They're still hot.