Re: TWD, Woodbury: Clem/Graham
Graham didn't care to be introspective enough to go thinking about needing to kill dead things, just like he didn't think about how easily it came or how he liked it a little more than he should. Nobody pointed it out, nobody said, and so it stayed buried. Shane, he was worried more about Clem and Lorelei and the line between the two. They hadn't talked about it since that say in the cell, though; he liked it better that way. Somehow, he didn't mind much that she wasn't selfless. Wasn't like Lorelei in a lot of ways, but he didn't consciously want to make her his dead wife, didn't choose it. His head just got a little mixed up sometimes, was all.
"Fret enough." The poke to his stomach wasn't enough to get him off the topic, like a dog refusing to give up a bone. "Deserve better than to get mixed up with him. Worth more than that." Because he wasn't stupid, no. He could figure out what tangling with the Governor meant. The mention of Shane keeping her away made him roll his eyes, but it was a fond thing. Their friendship ran too deep for any real anger. "Guess I could give you more time," he shrugged, a hint of humor in the seemingly careless gesture.
He still didn't like the thought of her going to see this Isaac, not one bit, but he figured he'd stay close enough that he wouldn't get a chance to try anything. But he didn't like what he saw in her expression even more, didn't like that fear. "Not scared of him," he scoffed, derisive. "Doesn't matter how bad he's got." He sighed. "Won't borrow any trouble. You be careful."