Re: TWD: graham + clem
Graham just shrugged. Her petulance was normal, too sweet and he would've wondered if maybe being here too long had gotten to her some. As for making it home he couldn't be sure, but one thing he was sure of was that he didn't want to die out here. Couldn't end like this. No, he felt like maybe he was meant to survive, they all were, because dying now would be real pointless. All for nothing, and numb as he was he couldn't accept that. "Yeah," he said, after listening to all the odds stacked up against them. "You and Shane, you didn't make it through all that just to die like this. And I didn't come here to die neither." He looked over his shoulder, out at the herd that didn't seem to be thinning none. Once Shane got back, somebody could go out and try to draw them away. Might mean splitting up but he could handle himself, he was real sure of that. Otherwise, they could try to sneak through. Fight when they had to and make a run for it.
He looked back at her. "If he's in trouble, he'll find a way out." Shane wasn't one to give up easy; he was a stubborn bastard. Had to be, Graham thought, to put up with him all this time. But either way he wasn't leaving his best friend out there, so it was just a matter of waiting now.
"She's real good," he said, sitting down beside Clem when she patted the bed. "Gets prettier every day. Penny's got her, but she likes people. Don't fuss much." They were fond, the words, and how he felt about that baby was written real clear all over his expression. But the mention of Jake brought in shadows, and he sighed. "Boy ain't talking to me. Jack said he was okay, wouldn't tell me much else." He paused, trying to decide whether he should bring up Lore. But what did it matter now? Wasn't like nobody knew what he'd wished for. "Lore came back," he said, tipping his head back to look up at the ceiling. "Think Jake saw her. Was wrong of me, wishing the dead alive."