[center][h1][color=gold][b]Jonas Soberano[/b][/color][/h1]
[b][u]Interacting with[/u][/b] Victoria, Caesar Gonzalez [@Sigil] and Meghna Kumar [@Aewin]
[b][u]Special Mention:[/u][/b] [@Lady Amalthea][/center]
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Jonas eyed Caesar with tired and knowing eyes before looking down at the lightly breathing form of Victoria. He softly caressed the side of her face, sighing heavily, trembling fingers in display. It seemed as though the man next to him had lost someone. Someone important. A loved one. He felt sad for the stranger although he also felt a little bit of relief. Relief that it was another man, not him, that would have a love one die. It was selfish and mean, totally unlike what the Filipino usually is but he was still human. He was just glad that his partner could live. It seemed as though she was resting and as he kissed her forehead, her eyes fluttered open, revealing those big blue orbs. He smiled and whispered in her ear. [color=gold]"Just rest Vic. We're safe now."[/color] She closed her eyes again, sleeping.

He didn't know why he stuck with her for all these years. He could've easily just left her for dead in all of those life threatening situations and be done with it. [color=gold]'[i]Because she did the same with you.[/i]'[/color] He grazed his thumb over her forehead before taking another glance at the Mexican. He had to say something, he couldn't just sit there and look like an idiot while this stranger wept over a loved one. He was lucky. He still had Victoria. Running a hand through his hair, he spoke to him, voice a whisper but still audible to those around him.

[color=gold]"I don't know what it's like to lose someone. I've only had Victoria to hang around with since the Outbreak. You all seem like good people. I need to say thank you. For saving us both. And I'm sorry for your loss."[/color] It was sincere, meaningful but he wasn't sure if it was to even reach his ears. He kept silent until they came to a complete stop. There seemed to be another fucking problem, a breakthrough in their walls. Spitting in disgust at Lady Luck and her crap, he grabbed his rifle and shouldered it, checking the scope. He lowered the sniper rifle and turned to the voice behind him.

[color=gold]"Aye, that'd be appreciated. Take care of her, she's..."[/color] He glanced at her, bruised and beaten form laying on the cold pickup truck. [color=gold]"important to me. I could escort you if ya want, seems as though you have a little problem."[/color] He glanced back at the horde of zombies. His face was grim, finger tightening around his trusted gun.