[Joel is muttering under his breath. "Damn it" and "shit" and a few other quiet expletives at how hot the cement is. He kind of doesn't mind it, though. It's uncomfortable as hell, with it burning his feet, but the whole situation is so... normal, like a day at a beach that he'd have had with Sarah back before the outbreak, that he doesn't mind it. It's normal, every day things like this he's missed.
With the car door groaning open, he leans in and digs out Ellie's shoes and socks. Grabs his own, too, before walk-hobbling quick as he can towards Ellie. He leaves the car door open to let some of the heat out. Damn hot in the car.
He sets the shoes down on the ground and gratefully steps onto the wet area of sandy cement where the tap is running.]
Heh. Reckon we'll bring flip-flops to the beach next time.
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With the car door groaning open, he leans in and digs out Ellie's shoes and socks. Grabs his own, too, before walk-hobbling quick as he can towards Ellie. He leaves the car door open to let some of the heat out. Damn hot in the car.
He sets the shoes down on the ground and gratefully steps onto the wet area of sandy cement where the tap is running.]
Heh. Reckon we'll bring flip-flops to the beach next time.