Shawn hadn't really thought of it but this was the longest his hair had ever been. His father kept him in a modern 30's style. Shawn swore the old man could cut that style in his sleep. Then it was off the military so it was short there too. Now it nearly touched his chin. Her hands were touching him and her lips so soft. Before he knew it Shawn was holding Olivia in his arms. He kept the space there out of respect. "Thanks I was wondering about cutting it but since its cold out I'm going to keep it." He sat in the chair next to her's. A smile was showing through the beard while his eyes soak in all Olivia's face. Her braided hair showing of her neck and more of her face.

The thought of sharing the bed room was something that brought him back to his house. He had no siblings and guys don't have sleep overs. He had a bunk bed in the army and and a few girls he thought loved him. Now here was a woman named Olivia in the waste created by zombie covered world on a boat he could of never afforded fighting for there very lives two southerners in New York and she invited him into the bed to sleep. 'Life just gets more incredible with you in it." Still in the chair next to Olivia he reached for her hand. "I would love to talk about us in Canada."