Re: TWD: graham + clem
Clem took a fast step back when Shane spit blood at her feet, and she was all ready to cuss at him on account of it, winding up for it and she didn't see that sloppy kiss coming until it was too damn late. She made a sound that was pure disgust, gagging and all, and she dragged the sling off to wipe at her cheek with it, because being clean of dead things was more important that feeling good. Simple as could be, and it was the one thing that bothered her most about this damn place.
Graham laughed, and she shot him a look before nudging him hard in the belly. She'd forgot how damn aggravating the two of them could be together, but behind that shove of annoyance there was something like real fond. It'd been a while since they'd all been in the same damn place. Felt like ages, and she figured it was half a year at least. Before Halloween for damn sure, and maybe some before that too.
She pressed the towel in Shane's face, after taking that cigarette off him. "You got slime all over you. Clean it and take that damn shirt off, unless we're going right back out," she said, and she looked over at Graham, who was asking if the infuriating man was hurt any. "He ain't hurt. He's being too damn impossible to be hurt any."
But she started picking up things escaped from that bag with her good arm and some wincing some, because while she didn't think Shane was injured, she figured he might be tired enough to need to rest some, and she figured they'd need to come up with a plan to get clear of this place, because looking out the window made it clear the noise had brung even more rotting thing to their door.
And that wood back there, it made sounds like splintering, and Clem sat heavy on the bed once things were cleaned up some, and she watched the two of them. Sight for sore eyes was a stupid damn saying, but it made some sense now.