clyde graves.

avery.xn--6ii/ fedra commander & smuggler. tlou oc. ms / mv / crossover.

“ better. ” he agreed softly, smiling as they waltzed through the room. “ this is nice, right? ”

. . . right. “ i’ll be fine. ” he said, shaking his head as he began leading the way. “ you get used to it. ”

“ — my cowboy hat ? ”

“ you’re doing fine, ” he mused softly, a smile on his face as he swung back and forth, beginning to hum a song. “ loosen up a little. ”

it’s . . . a good question. “ i’m sure they think they do what is right. even if i think they try to compromise safety — but i don’t think they’re /inherently/ bad. probably good people, fighting for their cause, how i fight for mine. ”

" oh, no worries. i can teach you. " clyde let out a soft laugh as joel turned around in his arms, one hand taking his and the other resting on the small of joel's back as he began to slowly dance around.

CLEARLY ???????

giving joel's hands a little squeeze. " — you're a hard man to read, . . . dance with me? "

that's sweet. clyde closes his eyes, pressing a gentle kiss to joel's neck. " you missed me? "

" part of a shadow unit. went everywhere. off the books. " a pause, moving on. " — i don't have a guest room. "

resting his chin on joel's shoulder, having to lean up to do so. " — i missed you. "

oh — is that what they're doing now? having a real conversation and getting to know eachother? " . . . where'd you serve? "

hm. they might see eachother anyway. clyde is heading out as well.

WHAT ARE YOU ??????

hugging @fightsurvivin from behind.

“ old friends. ” a foot is tapping on the ground, following the rhythm of the song. “ used to work with them. ”

AAAAAAA

“ of course. ” gesturing for joel to eat, while clyde turns on a radio. he’s just here to chill.