Re: TWD: graham + clem
"Meant it ain't important to me." He could be real stubborn when he wanted to be, and Graham didn't feel much like talking about how pretty Evie was or wasn't. She'd been nice, tried to help out around the house and talked to him when she'd seen he was real low; looks didn't factor into any of that none. If he stepped back and made himself look at her that way, okay, she wasn't bad-looking. Cute. Maybe pretty. But he had a daughter, a son he was trying to mend things with, a best friend he'd neglected and-- whatever Clem was, he'd done wrong by her too. Some people could have a whole lot of connections, be surrounded by people, but him? He wasn't like that. "Don't think anything," was his eventual response. He laughed when she described Shane's supposed 'type', and he had to admit that between Marina and Evie it was accurate some. "Helping her with what?" He shook his head. "Yeah? You think you'll be like her someday?" Now there was a thought.
His head turned toward the banging at the door, and he frowned. But maybe she was half-right, maybe the resurrection of the dead like this wasn't what came after. Maybe it was just a thing that happened. "Maybe," he shrugged. "But I... I got to believe there's something more. When Lore-- when she left, I got to believe she went someplace else. Someplace better." He shrugged again, focusing instead on Shane and how long they were meant to wait. Too long and the dead would break down the door. Not long enough and Shane might come back on his own. But they could leave some kind of message for him, just in case.
He got up, moving toward the door to feel how steady (or unsteady) it was. "Already been gone a couple days. See what happens after an hour."