Thirty-sixth snapshot [Accidental Video]

[brig_gen_maes]

[Maes' back is to the PCD as he kneels on the ground, carefully putting children's books away on a small shelf. A rather large stack of books rests in the crook of one elbow. He's singing very quietly, a lullabye. The top shelf is only half-full and the books keep trying to tip. Maes has nearly finished filling it when he puts several in too

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[golden_hawke]

-=watches on sadly, not certain if he should say anything.=-

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[golden_hawke]

-=nods slowly and moves towards the kitchen. If he didn't think it would be poorly accepted, he'd already have his arms wrapped around the man. Losing family is horrible. Sharing sadness doesn't get rid of it completely, but eases the pain. It kills Hawke to see others in pain, but they might not be so accepting of comfort.=-

They were things you felt were necessary to protect your own. I cannot find fault in that.

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[brig_gen_maes]

[Maes has never turned down a hug, but that's not something he declares on the network. It's better to seem stronger, especially when he's the strength for a few people.]

All the same, I should have gone and visited you. That wouldn't have done anything to my daughter.

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[golden_hawke]

-=Looks back with an understanding nod=-

You were protecting your daughter. Some things are clouded when the need to protect is strong. -=he's been around enough parents to know, and can definitely understand with the way Sha'hira can get=-

-=Now he turns to face Maes, tilting his head in question as to where all the proper utensils are for the tea.=- I can make the tea?

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[brig_gen_maes]

[Maes smiles gently in thanks. His baby shouldn't be exposed to things like that just yet.]

Right.

[Maes starts opening up drawers and retrieving all of the needed items as well as pulling a pair of mugs out for the both of them.]

I'm sorry. I'm a little bit distracted.

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[golden_hawke]

-=moves forward to try to take the mugs away.=-

I have it?

-=It's his way of trying to take over without being too pushy-yet.=-

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[brig_gen_maes]

[Maes surrenders the mugs, not fighting Hawke over this.]

I'll... I'll get sugar.

[True to his words, he pulls out the sugar. He often adds just a little to tea. He doesn't know how Hawke takes his tea.]

Will you be wanting milk at all?

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[golden_hawke]

-=he watches Maes as he sets the mugs down and goes to start steeping tea.=-

No thank you.

-=once the tea was steeping, he stands right behind Maes, waiting for him to turn, his face solemn.=-

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[brig_gen_maes]

Just for me, then.

[He doesn't normally let someone stand behind him. Too many years in the military and all that. So Maes turns, looking at Hawke.]

Is everything all right?

[A foolish question, yes, but... he wasn't sure what else to ask.]

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[golden_hawke]

-=Now he was feeling more than silly. If this was someone from the mountain, he wouldn't be hesitating like this. He knew Maes, and he knew he was a good man, but he didn't want to overstep boundaries. Why were there boundaries like this, anyway? Throwing caution to the wind, he stepped forward to wrap his arms around Maes, waiting for a rebuttal in the process.=-

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[brig_gen_maes]

Ah.

[That was all Maes said, relaxing into the hug and hugging back. This was even easier than the hugs with Kakashi and Al - he didn't feel like he was letting Hawke down. He'd never been an anchor for Hawke. Exhaling softly, Maes focused on just breathing.]

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[golden_hawke]

-=A soft purr comes from him as he leans in closer, encouraged by the fact that Maes did't pull away. He'll stay there for as long as he's allowed, soaking up and sharing in whatever grief Maes has.=-

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[brig_gen_maes]

[There's a small quirk of a smile on Maes' lips at the sound, hidden by Hawke's shoulder. He stays there, letting the hug do what hugs were meant to do, until the water starts boiling. Then he starts to withdraw, just a little, not entirely breaking the contact.]

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[golden_hawke]

-=Water. That's right, there was tea. He shifts right with Maes, turning to look at the stove. Then he shifts around to get the tin so the tea could steep in the middle of this comforting hug.=-

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[brig_gen_maes]

[Now there's a bigger smile. He gets tea and the hug continues.]

Smart, Hawke. Smart.

[He shifts to help, trying to hold the mugs steady for Hawke to pour without either of them getting burned.]

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[golden_hawke]

One has much practice when one is trapped in tails. -=there's a smirk on his face while he pours.=-

Or when one does not wish to leave bed. -=And there's poured water with not one drop scalding!=-