Re: Courtyard - Clem/Graham
[Nobody except Shane (and his wife, but she was a given) had ever liked him just the way he was. Not that he'd cared, because he had never needed acceptance. He'd never wanted it. Lorelei, Jake, Shane; that was his family. Small and not all present. But then Clem had come. Clem, who he'd thought would hate him. She didn't know all the details, didn't know the full truth, but she suspected. That was enough. And so he'd expected anger and hatred and accusations, but instead his little circle of people he cared about had grown by one.] Thanks. [Wryly, but there was a touch of something else. Something fond, beneath the dry humour.] Reckon I do. [It was just unfortunate, really, that she looked so damn much like her dead sister, and his mental state wasn't all that whole.
Maybe sex without love was fine. Maybe he could find someone and like it, even if it didn't mean what it'd meant with Lorelei, but he didn't think so. And, he didn't want to either. He had no interest in other women, or sex, or relationships. He'd found his soulmate and he clung to her with such intensity that not even death could tear them apart.] Love makes it different. Love makes everything different. [He shrugged.] Fun is fine for some. Don't need fun. [He regarded her with a curious tilt of his head.] You ever want more?
[Graham didn't mind falling. He didn't mind getting filthy either. He stared up at the sky, wet grass and mud under him, and he smiled to himself when her head found his shoulder.] Alright. [He wasn't about to argue. He tipped his head down to look at her, and he felt safe enough with his eyes closed to watch her face, just for a few seconds, just that. Then he'd remember. Then he'd let reality creep back in.]