𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒.
Somewhere far, far away from home. Not what it was. Not a normal afternoon with nothing to do.
And still we fight.
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IT'S IN THEIR shared silence that Ellie can truly evaluate Tara. From her messy hair and rumpled clothes, the exhaustion in her eyes and the way her hand has remained tight in a fashion similar to last year's aftermath, she doesn't just look worried.
"What happened?" Her aim for a broad question is received with Tara shaking her head, eyes closing for a beat. "You're- are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Els. Everyone else is, too. It's just... it's happening again." Shaking her head Tara exhales a sigh. "At the apartment, at the bodega-"
"What happened at the bodega?"
"Fucker decided to call Sam on our way here," a sentiment so inherently soft that Ellie vows to get hopelessly romantic over it later. "Apparently guns are on the table now. I'm fine, though, and you don't need to worry."
A statement easier said than done. Ellie-Marie says nothing, instead providing another once over like she can undo whatever Tara has been through with one look. It speaks to how well Tara knows her that she places her hands on Ellie's shoulders, voice firm as they lock eyes.
"Ellie. I'm fine." She repeats. "I promise."
Before Ellie can open her mouth to argue Tara removes her hands, slipping one down to grab Ellie's, tugging lightly as though to pull her along. "Now c'mon," she says, trying for a smile that doesn't completely reach her eyes, "your mom's waiting."
