Re: TWD: graham + clem
Taking off the sling was real stupid, but Clem had always cared more about appearance than near anything else. None of this bothered him anymore, the smell or the feel of it on his skin, blood and rot, and he just grunted at the elbow to his belly. "Knew you'd come back," he told Shane. "Nice of you to make sure we didn't have to go looking for your ass." It was gruff but fond, and truth was Graham wouldn't have just left him out there. Even if he had to take Clem home and come back in, he'd have done it.
He watched Clem shove the towel at Shane, and he watched him clean himself off best he could. "Can be impossible and hurt at the same time," he remarked dryly. Yeah, they needed a way out. That was for damn sure. There were more outside now, and Graham thought about leading them away some while Clem picked up the fallen items.
But just then, they had to secure the damn door. He nodded when Shane said he hadn't been bit, and he nodded again in agreement with his plan about the shutters. "Okay." He gestured to his backpack. "Brought some water, if you want it." Figured he'd be thirsty after days out there on his own.
He didn't ask for help. He didn't need it. Graham hadn't been there as long as them, wasn't as tired or hungry or thirsty, so he went about ripping off the shutters without hesitation. "Rest some," he said as he worked, words a little rough with strain. "Then we can think about how to get the hell out of here." Once he was done he dug out the nail and hammers, and went back to the door to start putting them in place.