Travis breathed a small sigh of relief at the explanation, but narrowed his eyes, not sure if he wanted Shan away from him just yet. However, she nodded, as if she was hanging onto every word Matt said. Travis couldn't help but feel that he was missing something. He was completely oblivious to the obvious relationship that was right in front of him. Maybe he was just attempting to ignore it, and act like he hadn't lost out…to a rival.

Frowning, he grabbed Shan's arm, and lifted her with some effort from her squatting position. He wrenched her backpack from her shoulders, and shoved her gun into her hands, before shouldering said backpack with a smirk, "You look tired…", he explained.

"I'm fine…", she signed, rolling her eyes. She quickly took her spot beside Matt's side, before the group began their trek across to the post office. It was uneventful enough for her, only a couple of stray and slow walkers followed them up to the door. There wasn't even tension, as Travis pulled his hand back, and shattered a tiny window, causing the walkers to growl lazily and start their move toward the rag tag group. Shan closed her eyes, clinging one hand to Matt's front, and the other hand lay loosely on Travis' back, gaining safety in their dual presence. 

"And home awaits, ladies…", Travis chimed, turning back in time to kick a walker away from Shan's side as she stood in front of Matt, her eyes suddenly clenched shut, "Gettin' a little slow in your age, Cap'n. Thought you were takin' care of her…"

Shan rolled her eyes, dragging Matt behind her into the darkness of the post office. Travis simply stood, glaring at the couple as it sunk in more, just how much he had lost her, while he was gone. He followed them in, aiming to survive what promised to be an awkward night...