Re: Gotham: Jake & Clem
[She smiled to herself when he fixed up that mussed hair. It reminded her of when he was small, just come home and her too early in her teens to deal with loss real well. And while she didn't know about Jake and nailpolish, she did know the boy was about liking softer things than boys in Savannah did. His daddy was a good old southern boy. Not rich, but like the ones hanging around the 7-11 in their trucks, radios on country and plaid and jeans. They were rough, the whole lot of them, pretend cowboys with no clue about cows. Jake hadn't been like that, even small. And Lore, Lore was a good old redneck's girl. Strong and soft, and she always looked beautiful in that old borrowed plaid and jeans. Clem figured Jake might take after her own momma, because she was the only woman in the world liked pretty things in their whole damn southern half of the family.
The song switched to Dolly and Kenny singing about making old friends, and she looked over when his voice croaked, but she didn't comment any on it.]
We got stuck last time this year. Got out just after summer. No one knew how to get out then, and we spent most of our time staying living. I'd be real dead if not for Shane and Graham. We stayed together after, bounced around some, but settling back was hard after living that way. [It sounded like she was just talking, saying things that came to mind, and like there wasn't a thing deliberate about it.] We bounced on from borrowed place to hostels to borrowed place. Was hard, after that, living normal. After seeing those things. Think things are just calming some when it comes to that.
[She didn't tell him it was okay to be feeling however he was feeling; she figured that was telling it enough.]