Re: Courtyard: Amelia/Shane
[Shane's clothing starts to stick to him in the wet cling of mud and rain and his hair is plastered down to his skull, but looking pretty never really did cross his mind.—Does it cross his mind that even in a muddy apocalypse Amelia manages to look nice and that something about the way she looks at him leaves a strange sensation in his stomach, one he can identify but chooses not to, nags at him? Maybe.—He wicks overgrown bangs out of his face with a stray brush of fingers that leave a trail on his forehead, but then his hands are back around hers and he's looking at her with faux-earnestness, when very suddenly he's aware of movement in the corner of his eye, and he glances over to see Clem and Graham, Clem with her fingers looped through his friend's belt, and the pair of them fluttering out into the rain to frolic.
His smile falls immediately, drops like rocks from a cliff-side, and he looks back at Amelia, to their hands, back to Amelia, and drops the contact like that. Slowly, he sinks back down onto his ass in the mud, drawing up to the muddy woman, so as to sit next to her (see, he wasn't running away!) as he ducks his chin and watches Clem and Graham with a sudden cataract of sullenness drawn down over his eyes.]