Maeve
He has the patience of a saint right now. Whether he realizes it or not. He lets her snap and fuss and cry. He holds her though it until she rides that wave of emotion back to shore. Eventually her soft sobs quiet into hiccups and she finally lifts her head to look up at him. Her eyes red rimmed and a little puffy, cheeks flush, and her gaze glassy. "I'm sorry. You don't deserve to be snapped at. I know you're just trying to help." Maeve murmurs, voice a little rough from her crying, but now that she's had a moment to process she's already feeling a bit better.
Everything still hurts and she's got a lot of work ahead of her, but she doesn't feel like she's going to shatter to pieces anymore. If anything she can pick up what's broken and piece herself back together again. Maeve sniffles softly, offering him a wane smile in hopes of easing things even if she's still in the thick of it. "Thank you.. for everything. Putting up with me, helping with getting everyone sorted. Just.. everything."
Everything still hurts and she's got a lot of work ahead of her, but she doesn't feel like she's going to shatter to pieces anymore. If anything she can pick up what's broken and piece herself back together again. Maeve sniffles softly, offering him a wane smile in hopes of easing things even if she's still in the thick of it. "Thank you.. for everything. Putting up with me, helping with getting everyone sorted. Just.. everything."
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do
We should just kiss like real people do
