It's a feeling we always chase

Maea

And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die

Indeed, it sounded too much like an excuse. Another 'I'm fine' when it wasn't the whole truth... and the slight wrinkle between her brows confirmed that Maea wasn't satisfied with that alone. It was possible that it wasn't even something that could be 'made up' for, but... She had to offer. Had to ask.

But Sunjata went on, said he wanted to figure things out. She got the feeling he wasn't just talking about the argument or the kiss, but of everything. This whole scenario, what they had, what they were and could be... perhaps that was putting too much into so few words, but it's what she thought of when she nodded.

"I want that too. To figure things out. And give you what I can, when I can..." She smiled softly, her eyes lingering on his face. Flitted down to his lips, then away. Back to his mouth, when she couldn't chase the longing away. Maea shifted her head a little closer, drawn in.

"Can I... kiss you.. again?" she asked. Shy, timid. Her fingers trailed down from his hair to the back of his neck, where they drew slow circles over his skin. Aimless patterns, with no purpose but to touch...

And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh