all of the strangers are gone

"It's what friends are for," she tells him with a smirk. "You know, post-war, lost everyone we loved and everything we knew friends. Apocalypse buddies." Because if you can't inject a bit of dark humour into a shitshow, everything really is doomed, right? As he speaks again, though, she cracks a real laugh, nodding her approval. "As a doctor I'm usually meant to advocate against indulging oneself too much," she remarks. "But given who your deity is, I think you might be on to something." Hell, if it makes him feel better, really, that's all that matters right now. Right? Meeting his gaze, Isla smiles and nods to him. "Yeah. That sounds like a good idea," she agrees, before glancing to his empty glass and nodding at the bottle. "Do you want to take that up and I can introduce you to that fascinating murder mystery novel? With added romantic spice, obviously." ISLA