Re: TWD, Cell: Shane and Clem (+ Graham)
If possible, her expression became even more incredulous.
"You're telling me the man sees a haint?" But of course it wasn't a haint. Even childish as she could be, she knew better than to believe in ghosts. Her work, her career, it was all about folks dying. They tried to save as many as they could, but she wasn't in the kind of medical profession with a real good rate of happy endings. If dead things walked the earth - the real earth, not this hotel version of things - she would've seen plenty in her day.
And maybe she'd prayed for it hard after Lore had died. She'd gotten herself into trouble with Isaac, and all she wanted was her sister around to give her advice some. But Lore never did show, and Clem didn't believe in haints.
But Shane's voice had gone low, like he was sharing some secret nobody was meant to know, she knew he wasn't lying just to keep her away from Graham.
But, problem was that she didn't want to do what he said. She liked the attention. She was selfish, and she was lonely in this damn hell of a prison, and she thought it might be intolerable enough to drive her plain mad without Graham around for support. And she wasn't real sure she could be different around him, because she wasn't being any real special way around him to begin with.
She just looked at the man sharing the space with her, and then she leaned over and pulled the heels off the cot and slipped them on her feet, one at a time and a hand on the cold wall.
"You're asking me to change something I don't know if I can change," she told him. Honest. He'd been honest, and she'd give him the same in return. "I'll try to stay clear. It's the best I can promise. I known Graham since I was a little thing. I can't be distant with him like you're asking, not unless I ignore him altogether, and I'm not sure I got that in me. But I'll try."