LOCKE
He watches the fire dance from the safety of their little nest. The rain outside soft against the windows. It'd almost be romantic if it weren't for what she was saying. Not that he faults her, of course. He was the one who asked. He hums softly, pressing a little kiss to the side of her head. "Say Maeve suits you pretty well. Although I'm partial to Mae.." He chuckles softly, trying to comfort her in his backwards way.
"If it helps, my mom just called me her baby. Even when I was a teenager." He wonders if she still calls him that now. If she still thinks of him. He hopes not. He never wanted to hurt her but he has a feeling he has. That seems to be the theme of his life, hurting the people he cares about with his actions. He's going to try to stop that if he can. "Guess we both kind of got screwed in the name department."
"If it helps, my mom just called me her baby. Even when I was a teenager." He wonders if she still calls him that now. If she still thinks of him. He hopes not. He never wanted to hurt her but he has a feeling he has. That seems to be the theme of his life, hurting the people he cares about with his actions. He's going to try to stop that if he can. "Guess we both kind of got screwed in the name department."
I know I was born and I know that I'll die
The in-between is mine
The in-between is mine
