Re: TWD, Cell: Shane and Clem (+ Graham)
"So fucking what?" Shane opened his palms toward Graham, in a questioning, if aggressive gesture. "If it's nothing, you and her, then it changes nothing, yeah? So she fucking knows. Girl's too fucking self-centered to believe it anyway. So she knows."
The man waved a hand as he stooped to adjust his boot. He stood again, dragging more weaponry out from underneath the bunk, and loading himself down. His eyes raked across Graham. Shane didn't do passive aggressive, but he sure as hell did aggressive.
"She needed to know. Maybe you didn't want to fucking tell her, but she needed to know. If you can't see that, it's not my fucking problem."