Re: TWD: graham + clem
After the hell he'd put her through, Graham wasn't expecting a hug or anything of the sort. But the first words out of her mouth were to take his shirt off, like being all bloody really mattered just then, and that was so damn familiar that he almost laughed. Course Clem would want him to clean up. Even in a place like this, some things never changed.
"Ain't that bad." Which wasn't entirely true, but whatever. He set down the machete and his gun first, holsters and all, and then he did just as she asked; shirt unbuttoned and draped over the ledge. Didn't bother him none. The cup of water and paper towels earned her a raise of his eyebrows, but instead of arguing he just shook his head. It wasn't much, but at least he could get most of the blood off his skin.
Since Shane was obviously not in the room, Graham figured he was out on a run. No big deal. But a few days, that was worrisome. He looked up, brow furrowed, and for a second there was concern in his eyes.
But it wouldn't do to worry Clem, so he blinked it away.
"He'll be back." Real sure, like he knew for a fact. "Brought you a change of clothes."