[Ellie's entire body shakes with suppressed laughter. She has to bury her face into his shirt to stop herself from cackling at the mental image of Joel sitting at a table and some dude strolling up to be his date.
[ Christ. He doesn't think it's damn funny, but he's not really surprised Ellie is laughing. He can't be assed telling her to stop, either, because he knows it won't work. He draws his arm up to drape it over his eyes, trying to will the tilt-a-whirl going on in his head to a standstill. No dice, of course. ]
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RIP Jesse.]
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[ Christ. He doesn't think it's damn funny, but he's not really surprised Ellie is laughing. He can't be assed telling her to stop, either, because he knows it won't work. He draws his arm up to drape it over his eyes, trying to will the tilt-a-whirl going on in his head to a standstill. No dice, of course. ]
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He woulda been if I'd had my flamethrower with me.
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