Re: TWD: Clem & Isaac
"A heap of trouble that your daddy was quick to cover up," Isaac responded, another page turned on the book, his attention on the words feigned for a couple more minutes before he marked his imaginary place and shoved the book beneath the pillow under his head. He sat up then on the small twin bed, scooting back until his back was against the old metal headboard, curved tubes that might have been golden once upon a time, but had tarnished and faded into something mottled silver and brown.
He didn't say much as he looked her over, head tilted to the side in thought, and then he was patting the bed beside him, a lift of his eyebrows as though he dared her to refuse his invitation.