"Bloody exhausted, Maia. Thankyou for asking." he leans in and plants a kiss on her cheek like they do back home. He steps back and lets her in the house and into the kitchen, "Just was cooking something to eat. Hungry, love?"
Maia's cheek burns where his kiss was. "Oh yes if you don't mind me popping in like this." Maia smiles warmly. "I am sorry that your tired though. Not sleeping well?" Maia takes the plates and starts to set the table.
He shakes his head as he gets out all the ingrediants to what he's preparing, a nice plate of salad and chicken would do for today. Chinese chicken salad was his favorite, he just loved it. "I'm afraid not. Got something on my mind, is all." he turns his back to her and cuts up the strips of chicken.
Maia goes to reach for the cups and brushes against his back "sorry" she says as she goes back over to the table to set the glasses out. "What is on your mind?" Maia sets the last glass down and comes over to where Justin is standing.
"Lots of different things. All bloody mixed up in this brain of mind, nothing a little wine can't sort out." he pops the cork on a British speciality wine with a smile. Justin is in a somber mood, he has stains on his shirt and pants, that's nothing new.
Maia takes the bottle from him, her hand closing on his for a moment. "Tell me, what things Justin." She looks into his eyes. "Tell me something that is in that head of yours."
Justin stops what he's doing, resting against the hard marble counter top as she stares right at him, "Oh, I don't know. Everything I can think of, really." he looks down at his feet for a moment.
"Justin" Maia's voice is low. "Please, I want to know. Saying everything is a copout Justin. What is really wrong. The reason for 'everything' being wrong." Maia has not taken her eyes off Justin the entire time.
"It's just rubbish, is all." he rubs the side of his head, he can see Tessa again at the table, sitting there in a new pair of white pants and a red t-shirt. She plagued him but that's alright, Justin would get through it.
Oh right, nothing there, Maia was right. Tessa was not just sitting at that table ready for a plate of salad, she was not. "Oh Maia, what have I become?" his weary eyes look into hers and they fill with tears. He's an old man, waiting for the right opportunity, waiting for his life to come back.
Justin never had the chance to mourn Tessa's death, he was always serene and quiet around those that were around him constantly. He sputtered a sob into his hands as he thought of her, he needed to rid his mind of her but that would never happen, not just yet.
Maia pulls Justins hands from his face and gently puts them to his sides and hugs him. "Shh its ok Justin." Maia's hands are around him, holding him against the counter. "It's ok."
He rests his face in her hair, he's not crying anymore just that numb feeling in his core that he had when Tessa died. He sighed heavily and let his other hand play with her hair, he felt serene for a moment. Just a moment.
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"Bloody exhausted, Maia. Thankyou for asking." he leans in and plants a kiss on her cheek like they do back home. He steps back and lets her in the house and into the kitchen, "Just was cooking something to eat. Hungry, love?"
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He shakes his head as he gets out all the ingrediants to what he's preparing, a nice plate of salad and chicken would do for today. Chinese chicken salad was his favorite, he just loved it. "I'm afraid not. Got something on my mind, is all." he turns his back to her and cuts up the strips of chicken.
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"Lots of different things. All bloody mixed up in this brain of mind, nothing a little wine can't sort out." he pops the cork on a British speciality wine with a smile. Justin is in a somber mood, he has stains on his shirt and pants, that's nothing new.
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Justin stops what he's doing, resting against the hard marble counter top as she stares right at him, "Oh, I don't know. Everything I can think of, really." he looks down at his feet for a moment.
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"It's just rubbish, is all." he rubs the side of his head, he can see Tessa again at the table, sitting there in a new pair of white pants and a red t-shirt. She plagued him but that's alright, Justin would get through it.
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Oh right, nothing there, Maia was right. Tessa was not just sitting at that table ready for a plate of salad, she was not. "Oh Maia, what have I become?" his weary eyes look into hers and they fill with tears. He's an old man, waiting for the right opportunity, waiting for his life to come back.
Poor sap.
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Justin never had the chance to mourn Tessa's death, he was always serene and quiet around those that were around him constantly. He sputtered a sob into his hands as he thought of her, he needed to rid his mind of her but that would never happen, not just yet.
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He rests his face in her hair, he's not crying anymore just that numb feeling in his core that he had when Tessa died. He sighed heavily and let his other hand play with her hair, he felt serene for a moment. Just a moment.
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