Re: Courtyard - Clem/Graham
[He just smiled when she told him not to deadpan at her, neither confirming nor denying that he'd done any such thing. As for the showers, he just gave her a look. Nobody who was used to warm baths and all that nice stuff could be just fine with prison accommodations.] Don't need to. You just pointed it out for me. [This time his smile was a little less reserved, a little more amused.
If it hadn't been for Shane, he would have teased her about her secret-keeping abilities. But no, he didn't look happy, and Graham resolutely keeps his gaze on her and doesn't even glance in his direction when he and Amelia pass. Stubbornness matched with stubbornness, even though he felt a pang of guilt afterward. He knew why Shane was less than thrilled. He knew why he worried. He just didn't want to acknowledge it, because he equated that with losing this.] Sometimes, a man wants more than something soft and warm in the dark. Wants to see someone he knows. Someone he cares about. [Which implied without explicitly stating that Shane was that kind of man.]
Know what spinning is. [And he did. He just hadn't done all that much of it in a long, long time. He almost wanted to look around, to make sure nobody was watching, but he refrained. Instead he gripped her fingers as tightly as she gripped his, and after a few seconds of stiffness and having no idea what the hell he was doing, he began to move with her. Well, he shuffled his feet, which was something.]