Clementine appreciates him silently; he has a nice body. Solid. She can imagine him at twenty hauling a sub-automatic machine gun around. Instead of dwelling on the whole sex thing, though, she's distracted by what he's just said. Sitting down on the bed, she looks up at him - he towers over her in this position. "Really?"
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Date: 2011-05-14 10:11 pm (UTC)