Re: Quicklog, Clem's lakehouse: Graham R/Shane A
[Shane could fucking put his finger right on why the shit bothered Graham, but it was whatever, yeah? It didn't matter half the fucking time, Clementine off doing her rich person shit and Graham off doing his I-see-dead-people schtick. And the kicker was, fucking Graham didn't have to be goddamn jealous, not even a twinge, because as far as Shane could tell, it was all worked out, yeah? If Graham could quiet Lorelei, anyway, and if he wanted whatever. Because Clementine was right. Right after fucking zombies, even with Amelia there, the three of them had been good or whatever, but it was only the three of them together that balanced each other out.
The man listened to Graham try to explain—something else he was bad at, but he understood where he was coming from with it, yeah? He knew what his friend was trying to say, and yeah, he saw Clementine's side too, and both were rough. He still thought Graham was more to blame for that than the woman, but, it wasn't fucking zero sum.
And when Graham didn't look away, eyes Georgia blue, Shane just looked right the fuck back. They were sitting by each other or whatever, Graham turning to face him, and Shane ran the length of his index finger over his bottom lip, breathing out hard through the nose.] I don't see why not, yeah? [It was honest, the kind he and his friend had always shared, even when it fucking sucked to hear.] She's said fucking over and over she'd be with us both. I'm the same fucking way, yeah? It's you no one fucking knows about, because you don't say shit. [And that was true.] It works better, with the fucking three of us. I can fucking translate your shit and you're nicer than me, yeah? She wants shit I can't give. [Shane didn't know a fucking thing about too candid, though he did wish, distractedly, for a fucking cigarette, even though he knew he couldn't.] Baby's both of yours, yeah? Not yours and Lorelei's. She needs to fucking be able to see her kid, so that's a fucking plus too. [He shifted and laid back on the bed, feet still on the floor, and spoke to the ceiling and the dark.] What do you think? She right?