"Oui, it can happen that way. I have not lived so long as you, but still I know the pain of loss of friends from my youth. Most everyone I knew, in fact; both good and bad." She slides the juice bottle from his hands, pours herself some more and then quirks an eyebrow at him as she gestures with the bottle. Does he want more?
And then the bottle gets set down on the table with a thump as Mara slides even closer to lean in to the one-armed hug he's giving her. Ah, hugs. Once more Mara reminds herself to thank Sakamae, Art and Locke, Logan and Lynn. Without her friends and caern-mate, she would never have been able to become comfortable enough with others to allow herself to reach out and touch - much less be touched in return.
"There. You have said it yourself, and I shall not argue. You spend too much time alone, Maxim. Too much time inside of your own brain, and not enough time sharing your smile and your wit. This cannot be allowed to happen between us!" Her arms circle around him as Mara turns, and a one-armed hug of his becomes a two-armed, around his waist hug of her own.
"I am young, by my people. And if I must invite you to Sunday tea, and Friday brunch for the next two-hundred years, I shall do so - if only to see you smile at me, like you are now. Please say yes, that you shall join me if other plans do not press upon you more?"
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Date: 2015-02-26 04:13 am (UTC)And then the bottle gets set down on the table with a thump as Mara slides even closer to lean in to the one-armed hug he's giving her. Ah, hugs. Once more Mara reminds herself to thank Sakamae, Art and Locke, Logan and Lynn. Without her friends and caern-mate, she would never have been able to become comfortable enough with others to allow herself to reach out and touch - much less be touched in return.
"There. You have said it yourself, and I shall not argue. You spend too much time alone, Maxim. Too much time inside of your own brain, and not enough time sharing your smile and your wit. This cannot be allowed to happen between us!" Her arms circle around him as Mara turns, and a one-armed hug of his becomes a two-armed, around his waist hug of her own.
"I am young, by my people. And if I must invite you to Sunday tea, and Friday brunch for the next two-hundred years, I shall do so - if only to see you smile at me, like you are now. Please say yes, that you shall join me if other plans do not press upon you more?"