Re: Quicklog, Ocean's 11 (Lake Mead): Graham R & Shane A
[It wouldn't've mattered if Shane was a pathetic sobbing mess, because he'd be there all the same. Graham wasn't the sort that people sought out for comfort, and maybe he didn't do so well with tears, but he'd known the man in the tent a real long time and what state he was in didn't change that. He wanted to be here, so he was. It'd be nice if Clem came too, like the days way back when with just the three of them, but it was what it was. Besides, he hadn't seen him since he aged down and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't glad for the time alone. Like before the hotel, before Vegas, even if it came with heat and heady scents trapped in a darkened tent. It was familiar. And if that dream had some grain of truth and he was like a drowned man come back to shore, Shane was one of the first people he'd come back to.
He grinned right back, a little amused by the age difference but not all that bothered by it. Just like he didn't mind getting grimy and sweaty; Clem fussed about things like that. Not him. Shane rolled over into his back, which didn't open up much room but Graham sat himself down regardless, mindless of how it was near impossible to avoid contact.] Good to see you too. [The insults didn't bother him none. Clem took it real personal, but Graham knew better. It was affection as much as anything else. The backpack was shrugged off, and he tugged out the bottle of vodka like a prize.]
'Course I did. [He took the invitation and stretched out on the sleeping bag with a long exhale.] You miss me?