Re: Quicklog, Marvel: Clementine M/Shane A
[A bubble. Shane wouldn't have called it that. It was rough, hard living and canned corn. But he got what she meant, yeah? Still, he didn't miss it, no. Maybe aspects of it? But, maybe, mostly he was just fucking different, yeah? Because he didn't mind shit now. It wasn't the same, no, but it was what it was, and that was enough for someone like him. There came the slant of shoulders.] This is fine, yeah? I don't know about fucking better, but what the fuck good does it do to compare? [None. He smirked, a hanging crescent moon, when she said he was there because he got real used to her, because that was true, yeah?
There was nothing to say about Graham. He'd ask or he wouldn't, and Shane wasn't going to worry either way. He was more focused on the way Clementine pulled back to look at him before she pinned herself against his side once more.] Don't dance to that shit you took us to before, yeah? [He meant the place, before the hotel in Marvel, all bass and synth pop. He smiled when he turned, pivoting on one heel to face Clementine, one hand going up to meet hers, the other on the taper of her waist.] Sing a fucking song, we'll dance now. [It was part tease, but part serious, and Shane looked down at Clementine expectantly.]