Damn right, motherfucker.

I figured this song fit you a little better. *Winks*

...

You don't like it? I thought it was pretty well done.

Gratuitous shower scene, hmmm?

*is not trying to hide the fact that those are bad baaaaaaaaad memories. And that song hits his buttons so perfectly. And the mun's...*

What? I didn't do it! I just found it. *Fights a smile and loses* Can't say I'm sorry though. Nice abs.

I'll have to watch my back when I'm showering then. Don't want you going all Psycho on me.

Pfft! I'm not going to turn Bates on you, dude. You're no good to me dead. *Winks*

Thank God. It's bad enough with walkers around to also havin' to deal with a psychothic abs collector chick.

Need anyone to wash your back? *Wags her eyebrows*

As long as you're not planning on using a knife to take a souvenir....

What is it with you thinking I'm going to knife you? What kind of girls do you usually shower with, weirdo?

*laughs*

Maybe you strike me as the crazy chick type of kid? The one's we'd get calls to escort out of the lawn of the guy they're stalking.

Call me kid one more time and I will knife you. Or shoot you in the butt with one of Daryl's arrows.

*raises his hands in submission* I'm sorry, ki-- *grins* Ma'am.

I knew you were into really violent stuff though. You have to give me that point.

You're damn right, ma'am.

I'm not usually. You bring it out in me. I get the feeling you bring that particular impulse out in a lot of women.

*huffs out a breath, running a hand through his hair*

That would explain a few things *smiles sheepishly*

*Smirks and replies sarcastically* You have female problems? Never would have guessed. Tsk tsk. You can only go so far with a pretty face, bubba.

It's more like "females have a problem with me", being honest.

And why do you think that is?

*chuckles* Now you've turned into the camp's shrink? You better not expect me to pay you for this...

I wouldn't dream of it. Besides, it doesn't take a licensed professional to see that you're dodging the question. Don't worry. You can have your secrets, Shane. A little mystery keeps things interesting.

Well, that's a relief.

But I ain't hiding a thing, no. What guy doesn't have women problems? Doesn't mean I can't keep my mystery though.

I think some guys have more problems than others. It's the only reason in the world I can think why you didn't go the family route. I've seen you with Carl. You're great with kids.

*he bows his head, smiling a bit at the compliment. Lately he likes to think he'll help raise Carl the way Rick would have wanted his kid to be raised* Thanks.

Perhaps I didn't meet the right person. Didn't you think of that one, Freud?

I don't believe in "the one". Mathematically, it makes no sense. You figure before the fever hit there were about 6 and half billion people on the planet. Assuming, everyone on the planet has this perfect mate out there, do you know the odds of ever meeting the person? I mean you could meet 100 people a day and never come close to meeting 6 billion. The odds of a Mr. Right even living in your same country is astronomical.

Now with the walkers and what? 75% of the world's population now one of the legion of shambling undead, chances are our perfect mates are dead. It's a sweet but incredibly flawed philosophy.

I think there are probably thousands of people that would be compatible.

*bows his head and rubs his forehead* Jesus, you're givin' me one Hell of a headache here, darlin'. Never took you for a mathemagician sort of gal.

What about the romantic point of view? I never said I wanted a perfect match for my whole life, but... I could meet the right person for the right amount of time, I suppose.

Actually, I was a mathlete. *Then she turns her back to him and raises her shirt showing him the tattoo on her back.* It's sort of an artistic take on pi. Infinite and delicious.

I believe in romance. I think that 99% of the time people get together because of chemicals. Personality, money, looks, something about them got a rush of endorphins and like a lot of drugs, it's addictive but it doesn't last. Even the hottest celebrities with the most money get cheated on. For the couples that survive, the ones that celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary there has to be something else. That last 1% that everyone wants but so few people know how to find anymore. That's romantic.

*confusion and a bit of shock hit him when she pulls on her t-shirt, but he's soon whistling at the impressive design on her back* That just might be ancient greek if you ask me. But it sure looks nice. *he can help it if his eyes stray downwards for a second. It's part of the Guy Club, you gotta follow some rules*

Still preachin' like a true scientist. Sorry. Mathlete, was it?

Greek? It's not that hard to figure out, is it? The 3 lines represent 3 then it's 1475926535897. I mirrored it to complete the arch then mirrored it again to make a circle. *She glances over her shoulder in time to catch him checking out her ass. Jess smiles a bit and drops her shirt.*

It's a club I was in in high school for kids that were good with math. We'd compete with other math geeks in the area to see who could solve problems the fastest. You were probably an athlete right? Hmm. *Openly checks him out. Fair is fair.* I'm going with football or baseball. You've got the whole broad shoulders, muscular legs thing working for you.

Latin then? *huffs out a laugh, shaking his head* I can appreciate it's darn smart though. Specially if you designed it yourself. *notices he's been caught in the act, so, his gaze drifts away, pretending nothing happened here*

I've never would have guessed you were the nerd type. I could tell you were smart, woman, but a geek? *smiles a bit coyly at the looks he's getting* Baseball at school. But I wouldn't turn down a good football game with the guys.

Well, math was my first love but design was my bread and butter. I opted for art school instead of elevated academia and got my Bachelors in Graphic Design.

Yeah, I've never been you average geek. I can quote Babylon 5 and kick your ass in just about any fighting game known to man but my parents were psuedo-celebrities so I had a little too much street credit be among the completely ostracized.