𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 ➪ «𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑥𝑜𝑛»

ch. XLV - 《heart of porcelain》

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Glenn came back from the run feeling confused and in need of counsel. Consequently, he sought out his best friend. Who better for him to spill his guts to? Although, maybe the subject would be a little... racy to discuss with her.

He'd never heard Diana even mention a previous romantic relationship, and now he was considering telling her that he and Maggie had had sex during the run. But on another hand, she was a nurse; there was probably nothing on the subject she hadn't heard before.

Although, if the roles were reversed, he guessed he would not have wanted to hear about what was going on in Diana's sex life. It felt too intruding. Maybe-

"You do know you've been standing in front of me for the past... two minutes now, right?" Diana's voice startled him.

Glenn looked down at her sitting form in surprise, seeing her squinting up at him. He moved a little to the right to block the sun from her face, and she smiled at him gratefully. She looked exhausted. Maybe this was a bad idea, she already had so much-

"Glenn?"

"Oh, uh. Hi."

"Oh my God, dude, sit down." She closed her notebook and gestured for the foldable chair next to her. Glenn obeyed, a little on auto-pilot, knowing there was no turning back now. "What's up, man, you look pale as hell. Did Maggie tell you anything about uh... anything at all?"

"Maggie!" Glenn reacted, now turning to face her in the chair. "Something happened with Maggie, yeah. Uh, she almost got bit today."

"What?!" Diana stiffened in her chair, ready to stand up.

Yeah, great way to start, Glenn, buddy. He grabbed her forearm and shook his head. "It's okay, she's alright. A little shaken up, but nothing wrong physically." Nothing wrong at all. He cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks flush, and sat back tidily, drumming his fingers on his thighs. "I kinda saved her from a walker. And then we kinda maybe have had... intercourse?" He stared straight ahead, Diana's shape barely moving at the corner of his eye.

"Glenn?" He acknowledged her with a hum and nodded stiffly in greeting at Dale when the man spotted them as he climbed down the RV. Diana continued, "You're my best friend, and I love you. So please, for the love of God, tell me the details."

"What?" he squeaked, then cleared his throat. Diana was leaning forward, looking at him expectantly, which made him blush to the tips of his ears. Did she seriously mean that? "You wanna know about the...?"

Diana's eyes widened, and her brow raised halfway to her hairline. "God, no, not about the sex, not that. The other stuff, like, was there a connection or a spark? Or like, did she do it only because you "kinda saved her"? Was it an "I'm so glad I didn't die, and you're the closest person around" kinda thing? An "I need to feel alive" type o' thing? Or was it cause she genuinely likes you?"

Never had Glenn been more confused. He seriously had no idea. Ideally, because she liked him, realistically, because of any of those other reasons.

"I... have no idea." He leaned his elbows on his knees and let his head fall in his hands.

Diana was silent for too long, which made Glenn look over his shoulder at her. Her eyes were trained on something. He followed her line of sight and found out it was a someone rather than a something; Alice. She was sitting under a tree at the edge of camp, cutting pieces off a pear with a knife – hopefully not her dad's walker-killing-knife. Her face was utterly blank; never a good sign.

He turned back to Diana and saw the melancholy in her downturned eyes. Had something happened between them? She had told him they used to get into arguments and not talk to each other for hours at a time, but it never went on longer than that, one or both always caved.