Maea
It's not a demon at your door
It was unusual to see him like this. Awkward, sure, a bit flustered, yes, but never this... embarrassed. Maybe she shouldn't find it as endearing as she did, given how bad it must feel for him, but the sentiment was there all the same. "You have nothing to be ashamed of," she told him, soft yet firm as she sought his errant gaze. "So what if you drink sometimes? I've spent enough time around bars to get it's not a problem you need to fix." If he'd been a true alcoholic she would likely have noticed by now. After Sunjata, she knew the signs; there had been enough of them in Halo when she lived there, and she had the Dusklight with its abundance of liquor and bad habits in fresh memory. "Honestly, given what you told me just now, I'm surprised you're as well adjusted as you are."
Letting her gaze fall to her hands, she rubbed a flake of blood off her fingers. "It's not a problem. If I reacted a bit strongly... it's not about that at all. I thought... I thought you were leaving because... because of what I was doing." It was a hard thing to admit. His trust in her, the courage it must have taken to share his plight - it deserved being honored in kind. She had been pushy, and butting in, and it was just as much because of her own fears as it was out of concern for him.
Letting her gaze fall to her hands, she rubbed a flake of blood off her fingers. "It's not a problem. If I reacted a bit strongly... it's not about that at all. I thought... I thought you were leaving because... because of what I was doing." It was a hard thing to admit. His trust in her, the courage it must have taken to share his plight - it deserved being honored in kind. She had been pushy, and butting in, and it was just as much because of her own fears as it was out of concern for him.
It's just your shadow on the floor
