Re: TWD, Cell: Shane and Clem (+ Graham)
Graham was just looking for a change of clothes.
He'd been out making sure the fences were still secure, sun and dirt and while he liked keeping busy, didn't mind being alone, he did have some sense of personal hygiene. So far it'd been one of his good days; those came and went. Days when he didn't see Lorelei at all, or only caught glimpses, as opposed to the ones where he saw her clear as day and she followed him around, the touch of her fingers cold, cold, on his skin. He made his way down past the other cells, and the voices he heard as he approached weren't cause for much concern, not while he was too far to hear exact words. But the closer he drew, the more familiar they came, and he came to a stop once recognition sank in.
His timing meant he missed most of their conversation, but oh, he heard enough. 'But you just hit me with the fact that he's imagining my sister walking around in my skin', Clem said, and he felt like his blood had frozen right there in his veins and rooted him to the spot. Maybe part of him had known Shane would say something, but he still hadn't been fully expecting it, not really, and how the hell was he supposed to explain that? Shane was different, Shane was his best friend, but then she said she'd come out to Vegas to prove he'd gotten his wife killed and that? That stung even though it didn't have any damn right to.
Because he had gotten her killed. Hadn't meant to, no, Graham would've died to keep Lorelei safe, but it'd happened all the same. He'd expected her to be angry, hadn't he? Expected her to hate him. Thinking he'd been wrong was just stupidity on his part.
He lingered outside the cell, considering just turning right around and walking away. But instead he took a breath and moved forward, so he'd be in sight, all fake smile and pretense. "Not interrupting, am I?"