Re: TWD, Woodbury: Clem/Graham
Graham shook his head. "Your momma was real dramatic," he remarked. He knew he wasn't the kind of match she'd wanted for Lorelei, not wealthy or cultured or much of anything, but they hadn't cared, and they had been happy before things went bad. They had. And he'd thought she hung the moon, that she was the prettiest girl in any room anywhere. She'd never go to ruin, no matter how many years came and went. "Some men want young and pretty," he conceded. That was true enough. "Some want more." He shrugged. "Should be more." Skin deep never, ever lasted. Time didn't wait for anybody and it sure wasn't kind.
Maybe it would've taken courage to bring up her similarities to her sister. Maybe decency. Or a willingness to acknowledge that there was something broken on his head, which he didn't have as he should. Whatever it was, that element which would've enabled him to talk about it, he didn't have it. And so he let that wisp pass on by, let it become part of the past. It might've been selfish, but he didn't want to lose her because she thought he was crazy. He wasn't, really, not dangerously so. It was harmless, or so he told himself; Shane wouldn't agree, but Shane wasn't there just then and Shane didn't need to know.
He sighed when she said she knew his smile was forced. He wasn't a good enough liar to convince her that it hadn't been, and besides, there was no hiding his dislike of their circumstances. "Guess you can," he said wryly. "Don't think this should be permanent, is all. Need a way out. Out out, of the whole damn door." He'd lowered his voice a little, just in case. Hell, they had a kid with them. The boy needed a normal, stable environment, not this. Safe or not, it wasn't all that much.
"How long did you know?" It wasn't an angry question, no, just curious. At least Jake had been keeping in touch with someone, and it wasn't like he could visit him just yet anyway. Her laugh made him smile, this one more thoughtless and less forced, and her shove didn't move him much. His expression turned amused, just for a second, before she glanced towards the door, and then his brow furrowed as he listened. He knew all about people deserving death, and he knew bloodthirsty too, so that didn't bother him. He nodded. "Okay." Just that. plain and simple. But his eyes crinkled up the way they did when he didn't like something all that much as she brought up Isaac, and he frowned. "Remember seeing him on the journal things, yeah. Trouble how?"