Re: Courtyard - Clem/Graham
[Graham didn't put it past her to try. She was loud where Lorelei had been quiet, brash where her sister was smiles and glances that had him all twisted up before he'd realized what was happening. Different, yet there were similarities, more than just in the way they looked. But the truth was as much as he saw Lorelei in Clem, as much as a deep, dark part of him wanted to, he liked who she really was just fine.] Can try. [He didn't think she would, though. Not with any real effort to turn him into someone else.]
Don't think that's true. [Everyone, he thought, was capable of loving and being loved. Not everyone deserved it, but that capacity was there. It might diminish with time. It might all but disappear. Yet, once, it would always have existed.] Maybe you just haven't found the right boy yet. [She was still young. There was time. As for whether or not he'd ever been with a woman he didn't love, he shook his head.] No. [Simple.
He didn't let go. Maybe he should have, to keep himself upright, but he didn't. When she stumbled, he stumbled along with her, and if she went down then he'd go down too. And for a brief instant there was dizziness and laughter and nothing else, nothing at all.]