Feelings for all of season 2 (spoilers)

[fuckitall]

Yeah?

Fuck your feelings. [He looks away.] What the hell would you know?

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[walkietalkie]

That's what I said, too.

Still kinda rolling in feelings, so for the sake of this he's aware of the ending D;

[fuckitall]

[No amount of moonshine will make this better (although he wouldn't shy away if challenged).]

You're trailblazing, Clem - all that shit you went through after... the last time I saw you, I guess. [The smile lasts for only half a second before it returns to being solemn.]

ahaha yeah, weh.

[walkietalkie]

[ 'the last time he saw her'. clem swallows hard, then before she can really think: ]

You mean after you died? [ it comes out a little too harsh and a little too accusatory. she doesn't blame him, not really. she knows he absolutely didn't do it on purpose.

her arms cross tight under her chest, and her gaze drops. a little quieter: ] It was stupid. Somebody should've been there. [ she should've been there. she wouldn't have sent him out by himself. going places by yourself's how you get bitten. it's how lee got bitten.

after a second, she looks at him again. ] Are you-... [ her tone's changed - it's obviously not as difficult a topic - but she has to figure out how to ask it. ] Are you... gonna stay? Around here, somewhere. Or... are you just here for tonight? [ to get mad at his player and tell her how good she's doing without him. it's not even a good 'goodbye'. he deserves way better than that. ]

Actually am gonna go to bed soon. Will be replying when I wake up though!

[fuckitall]

[Nick gives her a look as if to say "yeah, thanks for reminding me".] I tried looking for somebody. Found a fucking fence instead. [He rolls his eyes at that, mumbling "classic Nick" to himself. It definitely wasn't his proudest moment. He looks back at Clementine and shrugs, his tone full of anything but hope.]

Hell if I know. After everything that happened I never expected that I would end up anywhere else. [He initially thought it was going to be peaceful but being here just felt numbing and empty for him - almost no different from how he felt when he was alive.]

good timing, i slept too.

[walkietalkie]

Most places around here are full of stuff we never expected. [ as if the whole 'being suddenly alive again' thing weren't a big enough tip-off for him. ] You're pretty safe here, though. This is kind of an 'in between' place. [ that's why she asked if he was staying or going back to wherever you go when you're dead. ]

Sorry if he sounds off. Doing my best in voice testing him.

[fuckitall]

Look, I'm not stupid. I got the idea of how this place works.

I just don't care right now. [Whether he stays or fades away remains to be seen.] But lemme guess, you're somewhere that "ain't as bad" and that I'm welcome to come along?

no hey, he seems great! c: and we all know how voicetesting is anyway

[walkietalkie]

[ clementine scowls, crossing her arms again. ] No, [ she says. ] I'm somewhere worse. And also somewhere else, even worse than that. [ so there. he doesn't just get to show up here and talk down to her, even if she does feel bad that he's dead.

after a second and a little more genuinely, she adds: ] You wouldn't want to come, anyway. People die a lot, even if they do come back.

Thanks! I appreciate that.

[fuckitall]

[Oh. He didn't expect that kind of response, as evident in his expression. Still, his brows creased at the part that didn't make sense to him. She had been around here and there and elsewhere, it seemed.]

That doesn't sound too different. People die and they come back. Same old shit.

[walkietalkie]

[ she shakes her head. ] Not like walkers. They come back alive - like they never even died.

[fuckitall]

Oooh yeah. That's real bad, Clem. [Weird as fuck and makes even less sense, but he actually smirks at the ridiculousness of it all.]

[walkietalkie]

If you think it's so nice, why don't you come see for yourself? [ it's not an invitation. it's a dare. ]

[fuckitall]

I'm only going by what I know so far and from what you're telling me people are coming back to life and not as walkers. I don't get how that's worse unless there's more you haven't told me.

[macheting]

Not a damn lot, I'm guessin'.

noooooo

[fuckitall]

You got that right.

[He looks up and sees Luke before muttering "shit" and looks away. He closes his eyes but the horrifying visuals won't go away. Luke in the water...]

yessss

[macheting]

Yeah.

[It's not like he doesn't see that reaction. He sighs.]

Ah, fuck... I'm sorry, Nick. [He wasn't there when he should have been.]

;_;

[fuckitall]

[He fists both hands as he tries to keep his body from shaking too much. He manages a sigh before finally saying something, although while still looking away.]

Me too. [He's not exactly sure what he's sorry for. There's practically a list of things he should apologize for but he just doesn't know where to start.]

[macheting]

'Least there's some good things 'bout, bein' here, y'know.

[Like seeing each other again.]

[fuckitall]

Yeah. [Luke's right, as always. With that in mind, it makes it a little easier for him to turn and finally make eye contact. He'd like to say that he's glad to see him, but the apologies come out first.]

I could've done more. [For every fuck up and for every chance he never took that could have made things better.] I'm so sorry, man.

hrrrgh nick :'I

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Your mun's jus'... jus' tryin' to help. [Well, he thinks so, at least. It isn't his business to be prying but his dear old mun's willing him to do it so there isn't much choice in the matter.]

;_;

[fuckitall]

She's only helping herself, so she can fuck off for all I care. [And instead of telling the other the same (after all, he's not entirely in control) he instead just gives him a glare as if to ask, "and who the hell are you?"]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Look, I know I don' nothin' about what you're goin' through... [He reaches sheepishly to rub at the back of his neck, looking every bit the seventeen year old he is] You're angry right now an' you got your reasons but -- but maybe y'don' really mean that. If she didn't care about you somehow, she wouldn't a' been your mun. She coulda chose somebody else, y'know?

He's so rude. I'm sorry.

[fuckitall]

Glad we got that established. [Nick's just gonna let the kid ramble although he can only take so much.] Hey, fuck off all right? It's obviously none of your goddamn business. [He looks away. Eye contact with anyone is the last thing he wants right now.] She should've just let me rest in fucking peace.

Nah, man, it's fine with me!

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[Mac rears back a little, wide-eyed and more startled than hurt. And all sorts of apologetic at the implications.] I'm... I'm sorry. I'll go, okay? I ain't gonna bother you none.

[fuckitall]

[Nick frowns, actually feeling apologetic himself but he just isn't at the right place.]

Whatever.