Re: Quicklog, Marvel: Clementine M/Shane A
[Shane didn't put stock in honesty as a fucking imperative or whatever, yeah? He wasn't some stiff-collared priest, but he tended toward bluntness and directness. He didn't like fucking pussyfooting around shit. He smiled at the drama queen sigh, sideways slant, honest and amused as shit. Yeah, they were real different, but he and Graham were different too. Maybe she thought that was funny, but mostly that was just how life was, even if he wasn't sure what tiring of someone meant.
Her lips were soft on the rough of his cheek, but he bent it toward her, accommodatingly. Fingers snagged in his, he let her drag him back to the house. He did tug his hand away, but just so he could force her under the weight of his arm. He wasn't going to give her his fucking plaid shirt, but he'd share its warmth.
When they got back to the door, he pulled away, tugging the snubbed cigarette back out and lighting it again.] Get the fuck inside, Peaches. [He gave her a grin and turned his back to her.]