Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
Maea was quiet for a while, to see if he would say anything else. But when he did not, she came over and settled in beside him, her own back against the wall. Not too close, not trying to invade his space, just... there.
"Sounds like you think it is, though. Talk to me? Even if I can't help, I can always listen. Maybe I can at least point you in the right direction, if I know what this is about."
Even if she had no answers, others might. And who knew, perhaps she might surprise them both. But Maea did not push, just waited. Gave Loren time to think, decide if he wanted to continue with the topic.
"Sounds like you think it is, though. Talk to me? Even if I can't help, I can always listen. Maybe I can at least point you in the right direction, if I know what this is about."
Even if she had no answers, others might. And who knew, perhaps she might surprise them both. But Maea did not push, just waited. Gave Loren time to think, decide if he wanted to continue with the topic.
