In time you'll find, I've got baggage too

SUNJATA

the flood

but is this what you want? what you wanted?
do you need love? am i enough for you?

She climbs onto the cot with him, so carefully, and he wraps an arm around her to keep her close — Haai’s wing extends now to cover Maea’s shoulder and his torso, an extra blanket of sorts. And so he tries to rest his head atop hers, sighing and breathing in the salt and brine of the ocean, the very same scent that clung to him. A hint of more iron along him than was her, but he embraces it all the same.

Her joke does spark a smile to cross his face, however, even if she didn’t know what to say. The words themselves, the talking, that was good enough for him. “Mmm I could go for a nice whiskey right now.” He concedes, a quiet and exhausted humor lacing his tone. “You’re welcome.” He finally settles, trying to squeeze her shoulder into his side, regardless of the wounds that lay there. “Thank you for being there.” He aims to place a kiss to the top of her head.

in time you'll find i've got my baggage too