the wolves are watching

Maeve

She's upset him. It makes the earlier warmth fade all the more quickly and she wishes she hadn't said a damned thing about it. This wasn't how she wanted it to go. Maeve tightens her grip on him, unable to think of anything else as her body presses to his, thinking that it might help. She's not sure it does. When he looks at her, his stare is distant and unfocused. As if he's looking through her instead of at her. There isn't any affection to be found in those steel eyes she's grown so fond of. Maeve licks her lips, drawing in a breath. "That I wasn't a lone. That just because I hadn't found the one didn't mean I was alone. That I had myself, my work, my friends. That I had her." She explains quietly, hating the heaviness that hangs in the air. The way it seems to cling to them now.

It weighs them down, crushing them beneath it's heel with little care of how it makes them feel. Of the pain it causes. She wants to rewind time. To take it all back. If only it meant that he wasn't hurting because of her words. "That wasn't what I asked her for though..." Maeve finally says, getting to the main part that she wanted to tell him. One of the things she needed him for. "I asked her for a way to be there for the people that needed me..." For when you needed me. That hadn't been the request, but that had been one of the thoughts behind it. She didn't want to leave him. Even though he might not have any use for her soon.

I admit that I'm a little messed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up