Re: Quicklog, Marvel: Clementine M/Shane A
[No, he wouldn't have considered Jude any better. Worse, maybe. Alexander was a fucking psychopath, but at least he was fucking honest about it. Jude was a snake in the grass. If only that first bullet had done its job.
Ah, well.
Shane blinked down at Clementine, close as they were.] It's different for you, yeah? [The looking he meant. He was wired different or some shit. He didn't lookânot unless he was running hot on memories sipped from a fucking glass. He just didn't want things the way most other people seemed to. Shane liked sex, but it all boiled down to attraction, and for him, attraction was a slow, long-wick'd thing. It took more than a rake of eyes. He could see Clementine was pretty, yeah, before he knew her, but that made no fucking difference one way or the other.
Nowadays he might look, but even then, it was secondary. It was just how he was. He shook his head at her and her 'folks come to me.' He shrugged his shoulder beneath her hand, as if to force it back where it was. They were close enough now that he couldn't look down at her straight and she could hear his voice low in his chest there, if she put her ear against him. He didn't mind the shit, he just wasn't accustomed to it.] Touching's fine. [His hands were low on her hips, though they didn't wander.] It's just not the same for me, like it is for you, yeah?