All the shards we keep stepping on

The relief on Maea's face was something that both stung and calmed in equal measure. On the one hand, he was pleased that they weren't to part on bad terms - and he remained confident that she would come around. But on the other, an insidious voice in the back of Liam's mind insisted that she was buying time to run away from him. That he didn't mean to her what she meant to him, and that she'd prefer the company of others to his. They stepped into the shade: an alley between two storage buildings, out of the way of passersby who seemed inclined to ignore its existence. Liam leaned against one wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he thought back to what had changed his mind. "It's... fuzzy," he admitted. "I wish I could tell you that I had some grand epiphany, but honestly? I just woke up in Stormbreak with Thalassa and Dahlia, and it suddenly all made sense." He shrugged, as though there was nothing wrong with the fact that he couldn't really remember. Liam I am the patron saint of lost causes