Re: TWD, Cell: Shane and Clem (+ Graham)
It wasn't fucking sweet. It was manipulative as fuck. Maybe manipulation implied an ulterior intent. But Shane didn't care. He didn't believe for one fucking second that Clementine would have anything but an enthusiastic, redneck 'yeah' if Graham wanted to fuck, and that to him was manipulation. She wanted to flounce in in her dress for attention. Maybe she didn't fucking expect Graham to give her anything beyond that, but she wouldn't turn it down if he did, and that was all Shane needed to know.
"How much she what? Huh?" Shane's eyebrows lifted in unison, high in disbelief, daring Graham to go ahead and say what he thought he was gonna fucking say. His feet brushed over the soft, shorn hair on the ground, debris, evidence of his and Clementine's conversation, as he moved away from his friend with a scoff.