in truth, his look was far from sincere pity. the shift in demeanour, no matter how subtle catches the eye that just for a moment peers over its own shoulder.
⠀ it’s 𝑖mmediate, his discomfort. glenn’s face .. it’s the same look he gets when people learn he was trailer—trash. 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘺. even for something as trivial as pizza, he can’t help dipping his chin,
silence settles in, only the crunch of dead leaves ‘neath careful movements fill the space … and then daryl’s query. glenn didn’t turn, pulling ﹠. pushing unnecessary vegetation with purpose. “ uh … ”
oh, god —— spicy mayo ? you’ve lost me there. i was always a more … basic, bland mayo kinda gal. and i hate tuna. you still want that sandwich, we can pretend it’s got all the spicy mayo in the damn world all over it.