Re: TWD: graham + clem
He knew real well that Clem was being dramatic, because far as he knew she didn't have a death wish and people'd do all sorts of things to survive. She might not like it, being covered in the insides of dead folk, but she'd do it if she had to. Graham shrugged. "Not pretty, but it's smart. 'Specially when the streets are full of the damn things. Can always shower when we're home," he pointed out mildly. First time around, he'd probably have been sick with the stench that he surrounded him in. Now, though, it didn't bother him. Third time here had numbed a lot of things for him. He kept on scrubbing off what red he could with the water and paper towels, wiped himself off too, and he watched her struggle her way out of her old shirt and into the new one. He'd have offered help, if he thought she'd be inclined to take it.
"Thanks." Clothes were clothes, yeah? He caught the shirt she threw him, no trouble at all. As for Shane, Graham didn't want to think about him not coming back. But he trusted his best friend more than anything, and he knew he was capable. If he could make it back, he would. Maybe, though, the man was in trouble. Should he go looking? He could, but what if he didn't come back either; Clem'd be as good as dead then. "Ain't lying," he said. "I know Shane. None of that means he ain't coming back."
A few hours, maybe. Graham'd give it a few hours and then go looking. He remembered, too, that he had to tell Shane about his brother. Joey. "I know." It was bad, he couldn't deny that, and he pulled on the shirt while he looked out the window. "Give it a little more time, yeah? Then we can think about going on after him."