I'm sorry. [Glenn tells her, softly, not sure what exactly it is he's apologizing for. For dying? For taking so long to get there? Days, she'd said, but days weren't really days when they were apart. They always felt like more. He knew that, but then... They had both known the other was alive this time. Had argued doggedly, found each other. This was different. He couldn't imagine their positions being reversed. Couldn't imagine that the world would keep turning if Maggie died.
But he nodded, almost distractedly, small movements so he didn't disturb her.]
When you go here. How long had it been, since...well. [He hadn't intended to ask.] It's just...your hair. It looks a little different again. [Not that he'd ever gotten a good look.]
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But he nodded, almost distractedly, small movements so he didn't disturb her.]
When you go here. How long had it been, since...well. [He hadn't intended to ask.] It's just...your hair. It looks a little different again. [Not that he'd ever gotten a good look.]