You're human, Maya. Caring doesn't make you weak. Just means you're a decent person. Just means you can understand your friend enough to be there for her. You don't want to stop feeling.
[If he was anyone else, he might have reached out to put a hand on her shoulder by this point, but instead he just pats himself down and pulls out a pack of gum to hold out for her.]
And it's okay to not be fine, too. Even if you say you are.
[She'd been listening. And she finally decides to add her own two cents, because while she's had a hard time coping herself, she knows when Maya isn't doing too well too.]
[He turns his focus on Maya, frowning a little. There's something familiar about her stance, about that intent in her eyes. He nods, more to himself than anything, and looks at Riley again.]
You shouldn't worry. Maya can keep both of you safe.
I... I want Maya to stay safe too, though. I don't want that to just be a thing she has to worry about.
[It's said stubbornly, a frown on her face as she considers... everything. That this even has to be a thing is way beyond anything she ever imagined or wanted from a place like Wonderland.]
You're not a thing, Riley. Okay? And -- and Lenny's here and there's lots of people who can worry about you too. So you don't have to worry, all right?
We can -- we can go back to the gardens and make sure that little guy with the dumb name is doing okay. That's normal, right?
[What's outside her door, in a paper bag, is this, a golden chain with a golden pendant in the shape of a snowflake on it, encrusted with diamonds. Obviously he couldn't buy or steal it, not at a place like this, but he put a lot of thought into the choice. The shape, the colour, the diamonds.
And the hope that it might be enough to just jolt her into talking to him again.]
[It's beautiful. It's the kind of thing she's always wanted and never deserved, something pretty and sparkly that means someone thought she mattered enough. It's everything, and her first instinct is to put it on and never take it off. Except at a time like this? There's something weird about it.]
If you're asking me out, that would be really weird right now. I don't do May/December.
[She's totally a fan of May/August, but December is a bit of a reach.]
When I was twenty-something, I robbed a small antiquity store near where I lived. Not a big deal, actually a very small deal. I tend to go after bigger targets. But they had earrings there. Looked a little like what I just got you. Gold, snowflakes, the diamonds were fake, but you get the picture.
Used to walk by there when I took my sister to the park. She really liked them. Has a thing for gold, my sis. She was going through a rough time then. About your age and not a lot of reason to smile in my family.
[She knows that feeling. It's hard to walk past a store every day and see something that doesn't belong cooped up in a glass case. Things deserve to get out into the world and be loved.
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