"How've you been?"
She stood awkwardly amid the ruined department store, feeling the weight of the backpack and duct-tape armor and axe. Eventually she managed, "Good."
He stared at his feet. "I should probably apologize."
"You didn't call."
"Yeah." He shrugged. "I don't have a good excuse. I just… I guess I wasn't really feeling it anymore. You know how it is. But anyway, I'm sorry. I should have called."
"Probably doesn't really matter now."
"Yeah." He perked up. "Hey, we have a shelter nearby. Food, weapons. Not many women; you'd be welcome…"
She shrugged, avoided eye contact. "Thanks, but…"
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