TWD: Clem & Isaac
Clem dressed real down to go visit the man she hadn't seen since she was real young. A pair of jeans that didn't go hugging on things, and and a plaid shirt stole from Graham's pile. Her hair was dark, the way it was back when she'd known Isaac, but she didn't wear a lick of makeup, and her hair was pin-straight. That she was nervous was plenty obvious to anyone who knew her these days. She never fidgeted, never demurred, too sure about her ownself to need to do either. But she did both as she approached the building that Issac called home.
She wasn't scared. Clem didn't do scared real well, and it wasn't that. She just hadn't seen this man since they'd broken all kinds of folks in Savannah for their own pleasure. A whole family of folks had ended up dead, and she didn't feel right blaming that on grieving for her sister. She'd done that once, hid behind Lorelei's death, and there was a lot of truth to it maybe. She'd gotten involved with Isaac after the funeral. Lore hadn't been there to call, and she'd felt real alone. Isaac was trouble with a capital T, but he'd always been real fun, and Clem had wanted to feel the kind of not worrying that she had before Lore'd gone. He was her cousin, and she hadn't realized then he'd tumble into bed with her easy. He'd been her first, despite all her flirting around.
She walked into the building, then into the room, and she looked at the man on the bed with the book. It was near an invitation to old vices as it could be, but she just leaned against the doorframe and smiled. "Last time I saw you, we were both in a heap of trouble." He'd been older than her, but she wasn't real sure he'd ever been wiser. A snake in the grass and a masochist to boot, but not wiser. She'd been young, stardust in her eyes and her momma's belief that the world revolved round her whims so deep that nothing could shake it. She remembered.