[b]Floyd - House - Jess/Abram[/b]

The soup had been heated to perfect temperature, something Floyd wasn't used to. Even before the breakout, the only hot food he ever had was the meat he cooked over the campfire. All other food - canned foods - were eaten cold, merely out of preference. Anyhow, the soup was pretty good, better than half the stuff they were forced to eat throughout their journey anyway. 

The pain continued while he ate, but it wasn't as mesmerizing as it had been at first. It seemed as though he was slowly becoming immune to the pain. Having Jess by his side also helped lessen the mental toll. She was providing support and stability, things Floyd never experienced. 

To disturb his peace, the soldier Abram came into the living room from the kitchen. The man was obviously bigger than Floyd - physically - but this didn't bother the redneck. Throughout his experiences in the new world, it has been shown that Floyd had hardly any fears. The man lived by a certain code that does not allow him to be afraid. 

Anyway, when the soldier began to compliment Floyd's bravery, Floyd wasn't too find of that. He found the military man to be quite annoying. Floyd never had any good relations with men if the law. He had never become aquatinted with a soldier, but believed them to be just like cops. He didn't like cops, not one bit. Then suddenly the soldier began to speak about family and fathers, mothers. 

When he mentioned Jess' medical health - meaning her pregnancy - Floyd stopped eating and became altered and defensive. He didn't like some random stranger speaking about her in any context. But then his eyes turned towards Jess when he called him the father of that unborn child. He spoke to him as though Jess was his woman, as though they were united by law or something. 

That was not his child, it was not. Instead, the child belonged to a random deadbeat. Floyd couldn't even recall the monsters name, all he knew was that it pissed him off thinking about it. He couldn't bare the thought of Jess being hurt. He had been protecting her for a while now, and vice versa for that matter. Like him, she has also been there for him in time if need. The fact was. Floyd did indeed feel a bit disturbed to being called the father of the child, but he wasn't about to speak our against it. He had stayed with her this long for a reason, and it wasn't because he felt sorry for her. He accepted the fact that they had some dirt of relationship, strange or not. 

Once Jess left the room, her little comment gave Floyd assurance. He felt good to know she was still on his side, even though he was currently weak. After that, Abram and Floyd remained in the living room. It was more silent than the inside of their unworkable refrigerator, which sadly stored all their remaining food. Floyd turned towards Abeam after finishing his soup. "Where'd ya come from before runnin into us?" Floyd started. That silence between the two had become awkward. But after he asked the question, the silence returned. But once again, it was broken by another one of Floyd's questions. "How long do ya expect to stay here?" 

He didn't like this situation, with the stranger and all. It wasn't like him to depend on anybody to aid him or Jess. He was a man and found his masculinity jeopardized by Abram's presence. The man was stepping in his place while he was injured. That.........that was unacceptable.