Re: Quicklog, Clem's lakehouse: Graham R/Shane A
[When they talked about missing zombies, Clem especially, Graham knew damn well she wasn't talking about the dead folk or that madman running his little town. No, it was the closeness, the three of them against the world no matter who else was there. They'd done well together, he remembered that. Even Lore hadn't been much of a problem. He didn't think so, anyway, but he rarely ever did; he was blind that way. Thing was, living together like they had then and what Shane (and Clem) were suggesting weren't exactly the same. Different, out here. He wasn't sure if he could do different.
He thought about it, in a way he didn't usually think about much. Shane was being honest, nothing held back, and he could appreciate that. He was right, too, that he didn't say shit. Life was easier that way.] Yeah. Guess not. [He smiled a little.] She wants shit I can't give too. Maybe we'd balance each other out. You're right... works better with the three of us. [He gestured absently.] She's fucking miserable. I can't say a damn thing right, she don't understand. And the baby... [Distracted, Graham turned to look down at the sleeping little girl. Shane was right; the baby was his and Clem's. Not Lore's. Pretending otherwise, it wasn't fair to Clem. Maybe, with the three of them, it wouldn't matter that he'd never stop loving his wife, that he'd never love anybody the way he loved her. And maybe it wouldn't be the kind of betrayal he imagined most things were. Like the party.] The baby's hers, too. Think Clem wants to be a part of her life more than she lets on. [Which he was just picking up on now, sadly enough.
Once he'd looked his fill, he turned back.] Don't know. But I can try. Better than the way things are now. [He paused.] That enough? Trying?