LIAM
It's not that we don't talk
Physical closeness was not a luxury that Liam had in abundance these days, and he’d forgotten just how good it felt to be wrapped up in someone else. Particularly when it was someone who mattered, someone with whom he could imagine a future. Someone who he could no longer picture his life without.
The realization was startling, its implications staggering, and Liam was suddenly glad that Maea couldn’t see his face, sure that she’d have seen the moment something shifted within him.
When the Ancient made no move to get up, Liam relaxed. Now was not the time to get into what he might feel or how it might have come about. This was about Maea, who had very nearly drowned right before his eyes. The thought made him swallow hard. How many times must he lose someone - or almost lose someone - before the world declared it enough?
Liam’s thumb rubbed small, absent circles on Maea’s skin, as though he didn’t even realize he was doing it. Whether it was for his comfort or hers, he couldn’t say. ”You don’t owe me anything,” he insisted softly. ”But I would be grateful for anything you want to share.”
The realization was startling, its implications staggering, and Liam was suddenly glad that Maea couldn’t see his face, sure that she’d have seen the moment something shifted within him.
When the Ancient made no move to get up, Liam relaxed. Now was not the time to get into what he might feel or how it might have come about. This was about Maea, who had very nearly drowned right before his eyes. The thought made him swallow hard. How many times must he lose someone - or almost lose someone - before the world declared it enough?
Liam’s thumb rubbed small, absent circles on Maea’s skin, as though he didn’t even realize he was doing it. Whether it was for his comfort or hers, he couldn’t say. ”You don’t owe me anything,” he insisted softly. ”But I would be grateful for anything you want to share.”
It's just no one really listens and honesty fades
