@praeterxtus
He’s a little bit worried. After all, they may not know each other well, and she may not have wanted anything to do with him for a long time, but Adira doesn’t seem quite like herself. Like something’s wrong. Quietly, he moves to sit in front of her, soulful eyes surveying her for a moment before he decides to speak (would she even tell him what was wrong? It’s not like he was demanding it, or expecting anything in return). Maybe it was him. Maybe Adira could sense that Mac hadn’t told her the important parts of his past, the deep dark secrets that he kept hidden lest the shame rise up and overwhelm him -- but this probably wasn’t about him. It was about her.
“Is-- is something wrong?”
Words weren’t his strong suit, but he’s sincere in his enquiry, eyes meeting hers and hands resting where she can take them if she wants.
