Re: TWD, Cell: Shane and Clem (+ Graham)
He wasn't asking her to ignore her brother-in-law. Graham would take that as well as she would: not well at fucking all. Even a small difference in attitude could perk the other man right up, could let him let on to the reasons behind the shift. But how could Shane get Clementine to understand that, get her to understand the need for a line, even if that line was invisible to everyone else but him and her.
"Don't—" He watched her put those heels back on. "—do that. He'll get suspicious. Just—" He frowned. "Try not to fucking fuck him, yeah? And... just make sure he knows who you are."
Shane scrubbed his face with his palms. The subject sealed in his mind, along with whatever kernels of sincerity and worry existed on the man's face, and he tugged on the crossbow as it slung across his chest. He inhaled. He exhaled.
"You going in those heels then? I don't got much more time to fucking waste here."