Re: TWD, Cell: Shane and Clem (+ Graham)
"Leave shit to you, Graham, it never gets fucking done, yeah?" It was a jibe, leveraged with the frustrating skill of an older brother, laugh apparent in the volume. Shane understood the defensiveness in his friend, understood most things without the man having to say anything—they'd been close enough these past few decades that the yelling, cursing, spitting and stalking were unnecessary to express true displeasure, but it was there anyway. He followed on Graham's heels, out of the cell.
With a deep breath, Shane caught up to his friend, cutting him off in the narrow cement parapet. He came close enough to speak under his breath, having more than enough respect for Graham to not shout callously at him down the ringing length of the cell block.
"Be fucking pissed at me all you want, yeah? But don't be stupid about it. You want to fall into bed with the woman, at least know which one you're fucking."