Maybe if somebody was going out on a run for supplies tomorrow, she'd give a damn about letting this go today. But it's beautiful outside, warm and not too humid, the sun starting to take on a more golden glow. It gives shine and to Luke's hair until she wants to run her fingers through it the way he does when he's nervous. Everything about him seems a little softer, somehow, even with the light pouring down on him.

Beth gives him a little smile, the slightest hint of a nod, when he suggests an empty house. It's not a moment that needs words, especially not from a girl who's spent too long traveling the wilderness.

The door opens easily enough when they reach it. The kind of neighborhood where nobody locks their doors--it's still crazy to her. But right now, it's a good crazy, because she calls a light hello? into the clean, empty kitchen and doesn't get a response. The house is silent, as only one of these pretty, modern houses can be; after a moment, she realizes she's waiting to hear the creak of walkers upstairs.

She gives his hand another little squeeze as the door closes behind them, her smile widening once more. It's maybe a little teasing, just like her question, "You come here often?"