Re: Gatsby: Clementine/Jude
When her system wasn't laudanum from a pretty little bottle at her bedside, she'd go seeing differences, and then he'd be in for a world of talking to. Right then, she didn't see much of anything. She believed, for the moment, that he wouldn't let Alex or Chloe near, and that's the best she was hoping on. She knew that would be problems eventually, but she just didn't have it in her to worry now. She looked over at his hand when he touched his cheek, slow and making sure the fingers were his. "You tell me all the things you're going to buy me," she urged, because that kind of thing made her feel a whole lot better.
She didn't care if Graham stayed, or if Graham went, long as she was with him for the time being, while it still felt like dead things and real, living men were chasing at her heels. Graham had become safety recent, and there just wasn't logic that could change that. If Jude convinced the man to stay, then that was just fine by her. Long as she lived nice, she didn't much care where. Home was something different than it had been in Vegas, and she was still sorting that all out in a brain that was working real slow.
She nodded about the wheelchair, because no way were her feet going to carry her. Maybe if she was a stronger soul, but she wasn't, and no point crying over that. She reached her hands out for him, so he'd help her to sitting, and that effort felt herculean.