Re: TWD: graham + clem + shane
"Glad you assholes made up," Shane laughed like smoke-cure and gravel when that snotty, grimy rag fluttered across the room to smack into Graham. He was beyond fucking exhausted, but he meant it, because it was about fucking time, yeah? He was glad Graham seemed to have come around, that Lore seemed to be fucking gone, and that Clementine seemed to accept him back, even if she was throwing gross shit at him. Shane gave her a sleepy smirk when she let off with the swabbing and it ticked to Graham the same.
He rolled in the bed, onto his side, and he stuffed the shirt into a more comfortable fucking position beneath his arm, so he was facing the both of them. His gaze covered the windows and the stupid shuddering door, sweeping down to his bag and the crossbow both.
"She's right, yeah? You're fucking annoying and fresh," he said finally to Graham with the jerk of his chin. "I'll cover your ass in a couple hours, take rotation or whatever the fuck. Get some beans and shit into us, and we can fucking split at first light. If we can't get through the fucking door, we'll go out the window." It'd be hard for Clementine, but what the fuck choice did they have? "More firecrackers in the bag or whatever, so don't fucking light shit by it."
Shane closed his fucking eyes, curling inward toward Clementine, and he exhaled. His words had grown quieter and quieter as he talked, until they trailed off into nothing but breath, and he was out like a fucking lamp, safe there, and together with the people he cared about most.