[They're quiet for a moment, letting Maverick's words settle in.
For a moment, they wonder if they should ask who he wants to be with. If it even matters. They...
They want Maverick to be happy, and for as much as he seems happy with them, wouldn't he be happier with someone who... Someone who's more of an equal? Someone who can feel things the way he can? Someone who he knows better, who isn't so inexperienced?
But Maverick is with them, and they want him. They reach for the hand that was tracing patterns up their stomach, threading their fingers together.]
You're a very lovable guy.
[They can't help the way they curl in on themselves, feeling raw and exposed and like maybe this was a mistake. Maverick deserves better than just some - some machine.]
I don't think I could blame her for that. But you're not... You're...
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For a moment, they wonder if they should ask who he wants to be with. If it even matters. They...
They want Maverick to be happy, and for as much as he seems happy with them, wouldn't he be happier with someone who... Someone who's more of an equal? Someone who can feel things the way he can? Someone who he knows better, who isn't so inexperienced?
But Maverick is with them, and they want him. They reach for the hand that was tracing patterns up their stomach, threading their fingers together.]
You're a very lovable guy.
[They can't help the way they curl in on themselves, feeling raw and exposed and like maybe this was a mistake. Maverick deserves better than just some - some machine.]
I don't think I could blame her for that. But you're not... You're...
[They trail off, not sure what to say.]