Re: Great Gatsby: Jude/Clem/Shane/Graham
The water was cool relief on his parched throat, and Graham downed the entire glass in two deep gulps without care for being proper. He wasn't that kind of man, never had been, and he wasn't about to change now. Rinsed away the taste of blood a little, too, and that helped soothe away a little of that feral tenseness in his shoulders. He knew there wouldn't be much waiting for him in his own storage locker if he had one, but he was glad Clem had found some of her things. "Might," he shrugged. "See what's there." At best there would be sentimental things, like pictures, some of Lorelei's jewelry, little keepsakes of Jake's childhood; he still wore his own wedding ring, so there wasn't any need to go hunting for that.
He looked up when Clem appeared, and something in his expression changed. Softened, a little, less sharpness that hinted at teeth and snarls, even though his chest ached something fierce when he saw the purple that marred her skin. He'd tried to protect her, tried to keep her safe, but she'd still gotten hurt and he didn't think he'd ever forgive himself for that. Guilt, see, was something he wasn't good at letting go of; it clung. Ghosts that followed at his heels, but he didn't want to remind her of the bad. The mink made his lips twitch, that coat that looked so out of place out in the sun with her pyjamas underneath, and after a few seconds of looking he managed to get to his feet with a little help from the chair supporting his weight.
"Hi." He managed a small smile, despite the soreness, and moved forward a little. Just that, because he wasn't good with affection. "You look good. Real pretty." He thought she'd like that.