Re: TWD: graham + clem
She was about to harangue Graham about that dutiful repetition, because the man needed to work on it something fierce. Way he said it, he could have been saying dirt was the prettiest damn thing on the earth, an that just wasn't so. She was all set to launch into some big old speech about how he needed to give examples of all the way she was prettier than that crazy woman with the real bad hair, and then the bag came through the window, and Clem forgot about being pretty altogether. For the moment.
She watched the bag land, and her heart set to thumping, because could be some living bastard out there got a hold of Shane, which she was more scared of than anything decaying. That damn locker and the Governor's men, she could still see them when she screwed her eyes tight some.
She stood and backed away from the window, but then Graham was talking, and she reminded herself it would be just fine with Graham there. It took some convincing, and even that crossbow hitting the floor hard didn't calm her any. It was Shane's voice did that, complaining like he had some right to be fussed, and she moved forward real quick as Graham helped the man in.
One second was all she spared to be real glad that Shane was alive, and to be glad Graham seemed happy to see him, because that was like before Halloween some, and she wanted them to fix their problems near as much as she wanted any damn thing. One second.
Then Shane was inside, filthy as could be again, and Clem strode on forward and nudged at Graham to get near the damn man that worried her sick for days and days.
"You damn bastard, you do that to me again, and I sweat to God I'll kill you dead as can be," she spit, mad as cats, and she slapped Shane's damn face once for good measure, hard enough to sound like a thunderclap in the room, before wiping her dirty hand on Graham's clean sleeve. "You don't check in? You go missing for days? I thought your damn ass was dead!"