Re: Quicklog, Marvel: Clementine M/Shane A
Living in a bubble, it ain't the same as living out here, honey. In there, you got six folks. No more, and there's no working, and there's no wanting, because all you need is staying alive day to day. All you want is who's there, and you go to bed so damn spent there's no time for thinking. Not fake, but not real living neither. [She wasn't real sure if she expected him to miss it or not. Him missing that place didn't really have a bearing on her, not like Graham missing it did. Clem didn't think a lot on things that didn't affect her, but now she was in the conversation, and she was listening some.]
You don't miss it. You like this better? You like Vegas better? Don't be infuriating and tell me it's all the damn same. [But her tone was kinder, because his arm was slung around her shoulder, and that felt real nice. She was real used to affection, and it came at Halloween, and she couldn't remember a lick of it after. Before, in zombies, there'd been some, but nothing since.] You're here because you got real used to me. I know.
[She had to laugh when he said Graham had that cat, though. Nothing for it, and something that sounded like it might be carefree sometime soon, if things just went right.] Cat ain't the same, and he might think he can't invite her. It's my place, and I don't know if you noticed, but he's not really talking to me a whole lot. Asking might be more than he thinks he can do.
[But that left-field serious, she wasn't expecting that, and she drew back some to look back at him. She thought some, and then she leaned against him again and went back to walking.] You invite me dancing before I'm too fat for it, and I'll feel better some.