LIAM
It's not that we don't talk
Liam listened, comfortable in their embrace - perhaps more so than he even realized. As Maea shifted in his grip, he loosened his arms just enough that she could adjust easily, then wrapped her back up again. It was only when he had the urge to reach down to brush his lips against her shoulder - a tender gesture that he wouldn't think twice about if he knew Maea felt the same way that he was starting to realize he did - that he swallowed hard, looking out over the horizon instead.
Still, his arms remained firmly around her, unable to tear himself away. If she'd given the slightest inclination that she wanted to move, he'd have released her immediately - but she seemed... content. He had to wonder what that meant - for him, for her, for them. If there could ever be a them, or if he was reading too much into a situation that didn't exist.
Maea's fingers on the back of his hands were light and gentle, and he'd never felt more vulnerable than he did under her touch. "Does it still scare you?" he asked softly, trying to focus on the conversation at hand. "Now that you've done it and survived?"
Still, his arms remained firmly around her, unable to tear himself away. If she'd given the slightest inclination that she wanted to move, he'd have released her immediately - but she seemed... content. He had to wonder what that meant - for him, for her, for them. If there could ever be a them, or if he was reading too much into a situation that didn't exist.
Maea's fingers on the back of his hands were light and gentle, and he'd never felt more vulnerable than he did under her touch. "Does it still scare you?" he asked softly, trying to focus on the conversation at hand. "Now that you've done it and survived?"
It's just no one really listens and honesty fades
