My best enemy

Who was it that led you on
And makes you want to hurt me so?

At Maea's smile, Liam relaxed, relieved to find that her past didn't seem to necessarily haunt her; still, he knew he would do everything in his power to do right by her, and to make her feel seen, and adored, and enough. "I can do that," he said softly, confident, at least, in his ability to give Maea that much. He was sure that he would make mistakes along the way - he was, after all, only human - but to give her his all, to devote himself to her... that was something that he could do.

Her reassurances were a balm to the sudden worry that had blossomed, and he watched her earnestly as she spoke of how she'd come to trust him so quickly. That he'd never made her uncomfortable - that, if her actions were any indication, she seemed to enjoy the physical contact as much as he did - was a relief. Now, as she leaned into him, shifting to wind an arm around his back, Liam hummed his agreement. "Honesty is important to me, too," he admitted. "It goes hand in hand with communication. If you can't communicate honestly with someone, then it's difficult to find a path forward with them."

He sat for a moment, marveling at the shift that their evening had taken and the fact that Maea was now comfortably curled up in his arms. If someone had asked him a year ago - or even a season ago - if this was where he would be now, he might have laughed in their face. And yet... here he was.

Here they were.

"So," he rumbled after a moment's pause. "I know we still have a lot to learn about each other, but that will take time. And I'm looking forward to that, but is there anything else you think we should talk about right off the bat?"

Who do you want to forget?
Who forgot you long ago?

Liam