Re: Courtyard: Amelia/Shane
[Normally, Shane wouldn't have said anything. Normally, he kept his business to himself, or between whoever it was with. But right then, his sudden joy collapsing in on itself in the middle of a mud fight, that fleeting glimpse of --whatever the fuck it was, gone, and replaced by the grimy gray of reality, the walls were already down. The man let himself lean closer to Amelia, to talk into her ear with his usual low growl.] Graham had a wife, yeah? She died. Clem's her sister. Looks just fucking like her. He forgets... it's not her.
[He shrugs, his shoulder on hers, and his eyes moving everywhere but.]