Re: Hell's Kitchen, Marvel, Clem & Matt
[There were two bedrooms in the apartment, but Clementine hadn't spent enough time there to consider either one hers, and she had her stuff all spread out, like someone accustomed to a whole lot more space than she had now. Both closets were filled to bursting, and both rooms smelled like her perfume, and it just all felt hers, and she liked that real well. She'd been wandering for over a year now, and there wasn't anything like something that felt like home underfoot. When he sighed dramatic, though, she figured it was on account of the plaid, and not on accounting of her bedding, and she smiled and made a small sound of being real entertained with how aggrieved he was by it all.]
Was mine. [That was her immediate response about Joy. She almost left it there, just watching as he swallowed down the little white pills, and then she watched him lie down, stretch out, looking for more of that wincing or red that might be worrisome enough to get her moving less sluggish.] I gave her up. Was the right thing to do. Still's the right thing, but forgetting that comes easy sometimes.
[She considered telling him religious struggles weren't so bad as he thought here, in New York, but she figured that conversation for being a whole lot wider than his strength was going to let it be. Truth was, religion still got folks killed all over the damn place, and Clem wasn't blind to that, even if she didn't think on it any. It didn't affect her, and like all the things that didn't affect her, she just didn't give it any thought. But it was serious to him, and so she let him keep his feelings on it, and she didn't argue with him over it.] No one's coming to hang or burn you, and I ain't about to punch you and undo all the good I done.
[He closed his eyes.] There's another bed. I'll move myself soon. [She closed her eyes too. Just for a second, and then she'd go moving.]