Rick watches Michonne from the living room window as she walks down the steps and up the block toward Deanna's house.
He starts to wonder why she doesn't have time to talk with him; to calm his fears. He's thinking that her sudden character change has to do with the dream she had the night before.
As she walks out of view; he hears footsteps coming down the stairs, when he turns around he sees Morgan and Daryl talking.
Morgan stops talking to smile at Rick, "Morning."
Rick's somewhat unnerved by Morgan's pleasant demeanor; he smiles cautiously, "Hey, can I get you some coffee?" He asks walking in to the kitchen.
Daryl and Morgan sit down at the kitchen table as Rick pours two cups of coffee; he passes one to Daryl and then offers the other to Morgan.
Morgan graciously declines then glances past Rick at the dozen or so apples in a large bowl sitting in the corner on the far end of the counter top, "I'd love some of those apples in that bowl over there, if you can spear a few?"
Rick ours himself a cup of coffee then removes the bowl from the counter and in front of Morgan, "Take as many as you like".
It wasn't long ago that Rick and company were damn near on the verge of starvation when Arron approached them about Alexandria. However, Morgan seems far more gracious then he was when he first arrived.
Morgan takes a large slow bite out of one of the apples, the expression on his face is one that Rick hasn't seen in a very long time; he's acting like that apple is the best tasting food in this world.
Rick tries to recall what pleasure used to feels like again; feeling joy first time; like your first high from sugar, caffeine, sex or adoration.
All those abundant sensibilities that most people took for granted in the old world; were very much rare in the new one.
He takes another bite while smiling at Rick and Daryl, "As many as I want huh?"
Rick responds again shaking his heads yes, "As many as you want."
So Morgan gets up and walks over to what he assumes is the cabinet with a frying pan; he looks over his shoulder, "How's about some fried apples for breakfast
Michonne is walking past the man-made lake towards Deanna's home when she sees Eric limping away from a small cubby-like corner of the community on the opposite side of the lake.
Eric appears to be pretty annoyed as he limps along on his crutches back over to his house.
She decides to go over and investigate; when she get there she sees Aaron vigorously digging away next to Aiden's gravesite.
Aaron turns around to see Michonne walking over; then goes back to shoveling.
Somewhat irritated he asks, "I suppose you're here to stop me from digging too?"
She doesn't answer.
He stops in mid dig, "Look I know that this had nothing to do with me but…it sort of does", Aaron turns around, "I was the one that told Deanna about Pete being a drunk and how volatile he gets when he's drunk. I told her that she needs to do something; but she didn't trust me at the time after what had happened with Davidson."
Aaron begins digging again, huffing and puffing he goes on to explain, "We've had some problems with newcomers in the past."
"I mean I love him but, sometimes Eric thinks that I'm like him", he looks back again at Michonne, "I used to go on assignments in parts of the world where human beings killed and raped children for sport. However, there isn't much that you can do when you're being held at gunpoint.
So my adjusting to this new world isn't as hard for me as it is for others."
"But this is different; Reggie was a decent man, a smart man. He could see both sides of the coin…but now…"
Michonne doesn't say a word as Aaron unloads his thoughts; she starts removing her jacket then grabs another shovel leaning against the steel wall.
She walks back over and begins digging in the same whole that Aaron's created.
"You don't have to do this." He tells her.
She looks up at him, "I've had to dig plenty of graves recently and each time I was always grateful when someone cared enough to help…", she looks up at him, "…in silence."