"WHY DO I get the feeling you said something to Tommy?"Roland blinked tiredly at Emily, who stood at the doorway of the cell. Beth sat at a stool beside the bed, folding their clothes and sorting them accordingly.
He glanced at the blonde, noticing the amused smile on her lips that practically said, "This is your problem. Not mine."
Having gotten no sign of help from Beth, he turned to Emily with a blank expression. "I do not know what you're talking about," Roland feigned innocence. Sitting up in his bed and rubbing his eyes as Beth placed a grey t-shirt beside him. Letting her hand grab his forearm, brushing her delicate thumb over the scar that scaled quite a large margarin of his skin. "Maybe you should stay away from him. Maybe this is that chance for you."
"I don't want to be a dick, but your brother is younger than me," Emily started. "Tommy is my age. I think I can get along with him better."
"You think or you do?" Roland raised a brow, standing to his feet and slipping his shirt off. Not even showing the tiniest amount of surprise when he was greeted by the girl's deadpan expression.
That protectiveness for Emily had grown over time for Roland. It wasn't something he could just surrender now that there were more people to help. He felt an obligation to protect her and that may be the very problem with what he was faced with. Accepting the fact that she should be allowed to adventure further out and make connections she had stripped away from her when he killed everyone in Mandy's camp. But that didn't change the fact there was a connection as to what they both saw in that house all those months ago.
Sighing, he approached. "Alright, look," he crouched in front of her, hands finding their spots on her shoulders, "we have no way of knowing if that note was left for him, 'kay? Now, as far as I know, he's been faithful to the group while I was gone and I trust their judgement. But what I do not trust, is him. Because if he left that group before, he will leave us to save his own ass."
"We don't know that-"
"And that's why I don't want you near him," Roland said, eyes sharpening. "If we don't know who he is, then we watch and wait. If he shows any sign of being a working member of this group, you have my permission to talk and do whatever the hell you guys are willing to do."
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