Oh, how I've tried to get you out of my head
And I lie broken in words I said
And I lie broken in words I said
Maea sank into silence, and Liam was certain now that there was something bothering her. He hovered just on the edge of asking, both wanting to fix whatever it was and not wanting to pry. On the one hand, Maea didn't owe him anything. She was entitled to keep whatever she wanted to keep private. But on the other, she was his friend, and if there was something he could do to help and he didn't try, then he would kick himself later for having been an idiot.
But before he could ask, Maea told him. At first, her exploits were simple enough: dinner with a friend (though the news that it had been in Stormbreak woke something protective in his chest that he wasn't sure he could name), meeting up with others, and then... there it was. A fight with a friend. Liam frowned, his gaze flicking from the stone walls of the tunnel back to Maea. "I'm sorry," he said simply. "I wish there was something I could say that would make potentially losing a friend easier, but..." He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. Then, before he could think better of it: "What was the fight about?"
But before he could ask, Maea told him. At first, her exploits were simple enough: dinner with a friend (though the news that it had been in Stormbreak woke something protective in his chest that he wasn't sure he could name), meeting up with others, and then... there it was. A fight with a friend. Liam frowned, his gaze flicking from the stone walls of the tunnel back to Maea. "I'm sorry," he said simply. "I wish there was something I could say that would make potentially losing a friend easier, but..." He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. Then, before he could think better of it: "What was the fight about?"
Never thought I'd walk on this street again
Standing where it all began
Standing where it all began
Liam
