Re: Great Gatsby: Jude/Clem/Shane/Graham
Maybe a car would've been practical, but Graham didn't want a damn thing from Jude Murphy just then; hell, he'd carry Clem if he had to, bruises and shattered bones and all. He didn't like that the boy moved past him, and he contemplated shoving him down the stairs, away from her, but figured that might just make things worse. She was a mess of nerves already, that was plain to see, and when that bottle fell and glass shattered he decided he'd had about enough of this. Time to go.
Two steps forward, and then Shane appeared and he glanced over his shoulder. There was no surprise, nothing to indicate that this was unexpected; he wasn't in the mood for games. He nodded, and then he looked back at Clem. "Come on." He moved again, up the stairs to meet her halfway, and extended a hand. "Shane's right. Let's go, yeah? Be just fine." His version of reassurance.