Re: Courtyard - Clem/Graham
[To Graham, rain was rain. Water falling from the sky. He didn't mind the prison showers much; so long as he got clean, that was what mattered. He didn't need nice tubs or sweet-smelling soap or any such luxuries. It was why, maybe, he'd adapted just fine to this place. Sure, leaving might be nice but it wasn't a top priority. Not for himself, anyway.
He should've just stayed inside. Listened to the sound of rain, and that would be enough, but he found himself drawn towards the door leading out all the same. Memories of home were old and faded, but they still existed. He had no desire to go out, no, content enough to watch the rain fall and inhale the scent of flowers and spring. His clothes were few and far between; button-up shirts with the sleeves rolled, khakis and cargo pants, gun strapped to his hips and some sort of boots on his feet. Today he wore much of the same.
And watching, watching was harmless. Even when he caught sight of Clem, laughing and spinning out in the rain like she hadn't a care in the world, he told himself it was harmless. Shane might disagree and maybe he'd be right, but Graham convinced himself that so long as he kept his distance (or tried to), nobody'd get hurt.
Weak. He was weak.
Lost in memories of laughter and a smile that was similar, but not the same, it took him a little longer than it should have to notice that she'd seen him. He could have moved, could've gone back inside, but he stayed where he was as she approached. She got a small smile and amusement, but when she grabbed for his hand he shook his head.] Fine right here.