Good God, this was boring. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this bored.
At least before, he could sit and talk with Ash. Ash might be prickly, and resentful, but at least he was someone to talk to. He had things to say, for crying out loud. Ross had missed the chance to ask him about some of the countries he’d been in. Was there any beauty left in Syria, or was it just a microcosm of the Apocalypse? What about Iraq, or Yemen? And Colombia?
Ross didn’t watch the news all that often. It was depressing, honestly. It was just stuff he couldn’t do anything about, and things he wasn’t sure the US shouldbe the ones to do anything about. He watched sports. He watched some local news, so he’d probably have figured out Ash was in town anyway.
He’d never have realized exactly what Ash was up to. And he had to wonder why that was.