George smiled at Roger for he liked the smile on the young man’s features, even if  it was for a fleeting moment.  “Maybe I am crazy.” George heartedly agreed.  He was feeling a little stir crazy and helpless.  He needed to get out there and do something instead of hanging around all these people.<br/><br/>Everyone had lost someone. Everyone had been through the trauma of the death of a loved one.  But losing someone in a quick brutal death to the walkers was some how different than watching the slow withering away of your wife and child to disease. Losing them to a disease that could have been treated and would have saved their lives if there were only a hospital.  Not even going to mention that they had to be kept from returning.  That was a job he was thankful he didn’t have to do.<br/><br/>It seemed for the moment they had both lost themselves in their dark thoughts.  He felt this tight pit in his heart and it made him ache.  They were gone and they were never coming back.   He was pulled out of his thoughts when Roger called him G.  His sorrow filled eyes met Roger’s,  “Yeah?”   A half smile curled on the edge of his lip, but it did not reach his eyes. “Sometimes. And yes.  I am hoping that t will be good for both of us.   We can stay gone as long as you want, but we shouldn’t be gone too long.  They count on us.  And it is a supply run to help our friends.  But I do understand.  I am peopled out too.  It would be nice to just be alone for a while.”<br/><br/>His gaze wandered to being alone alone. If he were gone, would he go to them, his loves, or would he get stuck here in this awful world.  Though he quickly snapped out of that.  “I mean just us.  You and me. You’re all I have left.”  George’s tone was somber as he spoke, but he did reach out and squeeze Roger’s thigh reassuringly.  Maybe his grip was a little too high on Roger’s leg, but it was an unconscious thing and he certainly didn’t notice.<br/><br/>His fingers slid slowly off Roger’s thigh as he drew his hand back and ran it through his hair.  As if distracted by his hair, he stroked his fingers over the stubble on his jaw and chin.  New razor blades were a must.