I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
No, she doesn't comment on Locke because this isn't about him right now. If he wants to know he can ask. Maeve doesn't care to keep it private. It doesn't really matter who knows or who doesn't.
His accent grows thicker and she can feel his irritation with the situation rolling off him in waves, crashing against that wall that separates them now. It's fine that he's irritated. Just like it's fine that she's hurt. They both have shit to work through. That much is clear. Maeve looks up at him from beneath her lashes, arms still wrapped around her middle. She can feel the throbbing in her hands, the sting of broken skin over her knuckles and she does what she can to focus on that. "That wasn't what I was saying, Jata... I just wasn't sure if he would want me around her either. I'm trying not to make anymore waves, okay?" Maeve explains softly, brows knitting together as she regards him, searching for any semblance of the man she grew so fond of and coming up short in that moment.
"I didn't say I didn't want to. I just said not right now. I have other things I need to focus on. This talk can wait a week, can it not? I'm fairly certain he's not eager to see me anytime soon." She sighs, trying her best not to sound defensive. She isn't. She's just stating what she thinks to be likely given how things went. "I said I wanted to get to such a point with him. I just don't think it best to try at this very moment. Not with everything so fresh. That's all." Maeve doesn't think they'll ever be friends. Much like Sunjata and Remi, but they could try to be civil. For Sunjata. That's what it came down to.
The Madame is more than ready to move on from this conversation. To put the nastiness behind her. She's tired of fighting. Her own arms drop to her sides and she finally approaches him, steps slow across the floor before she stops about a foot away from him. "If you don't mind... I clearly don't know what the fuck I'm doing." It's her first attempt at a joke. A small one that maybe falls a little flat, but she tries to bolster it with a faint smile.
His accent grows thicker and she can feel his irritation with the situation rolling off him in waves, crashing against that wall that separates them now. It's fine that he's irritated. Just like it's fine that she's hurt. They both have shit to work through. That much is clear. Maeve looks up at him from beneath her lashes, arms still wrapped around her middle. She can feel the throbbing in her hands, the sting of broken skin over her knuckles and she does what she can to focus on that. "That wasn't what I was saying, Jata... I just wasn't sure if he would want me around her either. I'm trying not to make anymore waves, okay?" Maeve explains softly, brows knitting together as she regards him, searching for any semblance of the man she grew so fond of and coming up short in that moment.
"I didn't say I didn't want to. I just said not right now. I have other things I need to focus on. This talk can wait a week, can it not? I'm fairly certain he's not eager to see me anytime soon." She sighs, trying her best not to sound defensive. She isn't. She's just stating what she thinks to be likely given how things went. "I said I wanted to get to such a point with him. I just don't think it best to try at this very moment. Not with everything so fresh. That's all." Maeve doesn't think they'll ever be friends. Much like Sunjata and Remi, but they could try to be civil. For Sunjata. That's what it came down to.
The Madame is more than ready to move on from this conversation. To put the nastiness behind her. She's tired of fighting. Her own arms drop to her sides and she finally approaches him, steps slow across the floor before she stops about a foot away from him. "If you don't mind... I clearly don't know what the fuck I'm doing." It's her first attempt at a joke. A small one that maybe falls a little flat, but she tries to bolster it with a faint smile.
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
