Maeve MacKenzie

New York, New York! Visual and performing arts major Creative writing minor Future Broadway star Scotland <3

[verseless-maeve]

[verseless-maeve]

@verseless-will

Sunday Night

Maeve climbs the stairs to reach her former home of two years. Luke whines in her arms. As much as she hates to admit it, Mike was right. It was time for Luke to come home. Vincent’s state of mind was troubled. But Maeve will go back. He shouldn’t be alone with himself. Maeve doesn’t want to be alone either.

She stands on the other side steeling herself for the worst. Mike was furious with her on the phone earlier but nonetheless they should honestly sit down and have a mature conversation about the situation they find themselves in. He needs to grow up, stop acting like a child. Maeve rings the doorbell.

[verseless-will]

Will is sitting on the couch. The room is dark, illuminated by the dim glow of the TV. Mike left the apartment a few hours ago. Upset after a phone call. Ready for a rampage. Instead, Will sent him out to spend some time with Roy. Get his mind cleared. Meanwhile, Will needs some time to himself as well. After those past days, he needs to breathe. Mike is wonderful. Still, Will craves peace. Silence.

Ding dong.

The ringing of the doorbell is almost violent in Will's ears. It's late. Who could it be? Timid he sets the plate he was balancing in his lap aside and strides towards the door. He won't open it. Doesn't dare to check through the peephole. Instead, he steps close to the door, speaking in a louder yet gentle voice.

Uhh, who is it?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve readjusts Luke in her arms lips pursed. Not Mike’s voice. Must be William. She hasn’t heard it in a while but she does recognize. Who else could be in Mike’s apartment anyway but the guy who she replaced, who now in a way replaces her.

She clears her throat.

Maeve…and uh Luke.

Luke speaks up in that moment, let’s out a timid yip. He begins to grow restless.

[verseless-will]

There's no response. Merely the sound of the lock clicking and the door carefully open. Will sticks his head out. Barely enough to see her. And his son.

Lukey!

He beams. Luke barks. A joyous sound. The door opens fully now. Will looks her up and down, offering her a smile.

Did you bring Luke to swoon Mike? I fear he isn't home.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve is taken aback by Will’s smile, she expected more of a negative reaction to her being there. Still she collects herself, tries not to let her guard down. She does sigh internally though at the fact that Mike has yet gotten away from her.

I think we both know there’s nothing I can do to swoon Mike. I don’t have the right parts.

She holds out Luke, who’s basically jumping out of his skin in excitement, for Will to take.

[verseless-will]

Luke almost flies in the second Will stretches his arms out. He catches the energetic bundle with a big smile. The first genuine one in a while. He missed his son. Will missed Luke so incredibly much. This is what parenthood must feel like.

His smile softens, still genuine. He puts Luke down. The little guy immediately runs back inside familiar grounds. Will lets out a chuckle before speaking softly.

Have you tried tickling Mike's chin? Works regardless of your parts.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve snorts but immediately scrunches her nose up. How embarrassing. Nothing about that is even funny.

Jeez, why didn’t I think about that?

She responds sarcastically and folds her arms across her chest straight-faced.

[verseless-will]

Will arches his brow. Her little reaction did not stay unnoticed. It seems Maeve isn't as soulless as the other devil. After all, this must be hard for her, too. It doesn't justify ir erase anything but... somehow, Maeve seems more human. Still, Will can't trust the change of atmosphere.

Why did you come here? Why with Luke?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs and shifts in place.

I came to talk to Mike…about the baby. I mean, I brought it up briefly on the phone, but he didn’t want to hear it. I was hoping he’d have cooled off by now. And I brought Luke because Mike asked for him to be returned. Vincent can’t really look after him anymore regardless…

[verseless-will]

Oh.

Will sighs too.

He's having a hard time adjusting... accepting... I bet it's scary... look, I'm sorry about how he treats this situation... it's not the child's fault... he shouldn't... uhh... nevermind.

Do you... want to come in? Write down a message?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve worries her bottom lip. Her gaze lowers.

I doubt he’d even read it. Mike hates me, told me that himself. I don’t blame him. I’ll just go…

She steps back.

[verseless-will]

He'll read it. I know he will.

Will leans against the open door.

He's rightfully hurt... but he cares... you must have meant something to him at some point.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve pauses.

We were friends once, but we ruined it. That can’t be undone. What I meant to him was a lie, a cover up. It was all fake. A perfect gentleman who wanted the rotten girl.

She scoffs.

Yea right. Sounds stupid.

[verseless-will]

Will stares at her. Confused.

It wasn't fake. Mike isn't like that. I know him, I've known him for most of my life...

Will holds out a hand.

You came here to talk to Mike. Write it down. Come.

[verseless-maeve]

The Mike I know is different from the Mike you’ve known.

Maeve hesitates. This Will guy is odd.

But if you’re so adamant…

She steps closer but ignores Will’s hand.

[verseless-will]

It's for Mike's sake... for his peace.

[verseless-maeve]

I can’t give him peace. No matter what I do. I’ve given him the opposite for two years. I’m a bad person, William.

[verseless-will]

You can call me Will.

[verseless-maeve]

Okay…Will. Did you not hear what I just said? I don’t know what you’re trying to do but it’s for sure not going to work.

[verseless-will]

Okay. I just think it's important to you. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here.

Will turns around now. Heading for the living room.

Make it work if it's important.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve follows a little annoyed.

And you’re okay with that? Even after what I’ve done to you and Mike?

[verseless-will]

This isn't about me. It's about you two... three...

His eyes briefly scan her stomach before fixing to the ground.

Something tells me you weren't always like this... so you definitely can change, Maeve. For your baby. For yourself.

He looks up again. His eyes gleam with emotion.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve looks away, emotional at Will’s words, or maybe it’s just her hormones. Definitely the hormones.

…Why are you being so nice to me?

[verseless-will]

You're part of my life now, too. I'm not going to leave Mike's side ever again... so, why would I be mean to someone I will spend at least 21 years with?

Will chuckles softly.

Besides, kindness comes easier.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve feels tears well in her eyes but quickly wipes them away.

Easier for anyone but me.

She straightens her posture.

Mike is…lucky to have you. You’re not as bad as I thought you were.

[verseless-will]

Will shakes his head. His smile is wide despite his teary eyes.

Let's just get some paper and Mike's good writing pen. Alright?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve offers up a small smile.

Sure, Will. Let’s go and…do that.

[verseless-maeve]

@verseless-will

Sunday Night

Maeve climbs the stairs to reach her former home of two years. Luke whines in her arms. As much as she hates to admit it, Mike was right. It was time for Luke to come home. Vincent’s state of mind was troubled. But Maeve will go back. He shouldn’t be alone with himself. Maeve doesn’t want to be alone either.

She stands on the other side steeling herself for the worst. Mike was furious with her on the phone earlier but nonetheless they should honestly sit down and have a mature conversation about the situation they find themselves in. He needs to grow up, stop acting like a child. Maeve rings the doorbell.

[verseless-will]

Will is sitting on the couch. The room is dark, illuminated by the dim glow of the TV. Mike left the apartment a few hours ago. Upset after a phone call. Ready for a rampage. Instead, Will sent him out to spend some time with Roy. Get his mind cleared. Meanwhile, Will needs some time to himself as well. After those past days, he needs to breathe. Mike is wonderful. Still, Will craves peace. Silence.

Ding dong.

The ringing of the doorbell is almost violent in Will's ears. It's late. Who could it be? Timid he sets the plate he was balancing in his lap aside and strides towards the door. He won't open it. Doesn't dare to check through the peephole. Instead, he steps close to the door, speaking in a louder yet gentle voice.

Uhh, who is it?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve readjusts Luke in her arms lips pursed. Not Mike’s voice. Must be William. She hasn’t heard it in a while but she does recognize. Who else could be in Mike’s apartment anyway but the guy who she replaced, who now in a way replaces her.

She clears her throat.

Maeve…and uh Luke.

Luke speaks up in that moment, let’s out a timid yip. He begins to grow restless.

[verseless-will]

There's no response. Merely the sound of the lock clicking and the door carefully open. Will sticks his head out. Barely enough to see her. And his son.

Lukey!

He beams. Luke barks. A joyous sound. The door opens fully now. Will looks her up and down, offering her a smile.

Did you bring Luke to swoon Mike? I fear he isn't home.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve is taken aback by Will’s smile, she expected more of a negative reaction to her being there. Still she collects herself, tries not to let her guard down. She does sigh internally though at the fact that Mike has yet gotten away from her.

I think we both know there’s nothing I can do to swoon Mike. I don’t have the right parts.

She holds out Luke, who’s basically jumping out of his skin in excitement, for Will to take.

[verseless-will]

Luke almost flies in the second Will stretches his arms out. He catches the energetic bundle with a big smile. The first genuine one in a while. He missed his son. Will missed Luke so incredibly much. This is what parenthood must feel like.

His smile softens, still genuine. He puts Luke down. The little guy immediately runs back inside familiar grounds. Will lets out a chuckle before speaking softly.

Have you tried tickling Mike's chin? Works regardless of your parts.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve snorts but immediately scrunches her nose up. How embarrassing. Nothing about that is even funny.

Jeez, why didn’t I think about that?

She responds sarcastically and folds her arms across her chest straight-faced.

[verseless-will]

Will arches his brow. Her little reaction did not stay unnoticed. It seems Maeve isn't as soulless as the other devil. After all, this must be hard for her, too. It doesn't justify ir erase anything but... somehow, Maeve seems more human. Still, Will can't trust the change of atmosphere.

Why did you come here? Why with Luke?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs and shifts in place.

I came to talk to Mike…about the baby. I mean, I brought it up briefly on the phone, but he didn’t want to hear it. I was hoping he’d have cooled off by now. And I brought Luke because Mike asked for him to be returned. Vincent can’t really look after him anymore regardless…

[verseless-will]

Oh.

Will sighs too.

He's having a hard time adjusting... accepting... I bet it's scary... look, I'm sorry about how he treats this situation... it's not the child's fault... he shouldn't... uhh... nevermind.

Do you... want to come in? Write down a message?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve worries her bottom lip. Her gaze lowers.

I doubt he’d even read it. Mike hates me, told me that himself. I don’t blame him. I’ll just go…

She steps back.

[verseless-will]

He'll read it. I know he will.

Will leans against the open door.

He's rightfully hurt... but he cares... you must have meant something to him at some point.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve pauses.

We were friends once, but we ruined it. That can’t be undone. What I meant to him was a lie, a cover up. It was all fake. A perfect gentleman who wanted the rotten girl.

She scoffs.

Yea right. Sounds stupid.

[verseless-will]

Will stares at her. Confused.

It wasn't fake. Mike isn't like that. I know him, I've known him for most of my life...

Will holds out a hand.

You came here to talk to Mike. Write it down. Come.

[verseless-maeve]

The Mike I know is different from the Mike you’ve known.

Maeve hesitates. This Will guy is odd.

But if you’re so adamant…

She steps closer but ignores Will’s hand.

[verseless-will]

It's for Mike's sake... for his peace.

[verseless-maeve]

I can’t give him peace. No matter what I do. I’ve given him the opposite for two years. I’m a bad person, William.

[verseless-will]

You can call me Will.

[verseless-maeve]

Okay…Will. Did you not hear what I just said? I don’t know what you’re trying to do but it’s for sure not going to work.

[verseless-will]

Okay. I just think it's important to you. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here.

Will turns around now. Heading for the living room.

Make it work if it's important.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve follows a little annoyed.

And you’re okay with that? Even after what I’ve done to you and Mike?

[verseless-will]

This isn't about me. It's about you two... three...

His eyes briefly scan her stomach before fixing to the ground.

Something tells me you weren't always like this... so you definitely can change, Maeve. For your baby. For yourself.

He looks up again. His eyes gleam with emotion.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve looks away, emotional at Will’s words, or maybe it’s just her hormones. Definitely the hormones.

…Why are you being so nice to me?

[verseless-will]

You're part of my life now, too. I'm not going to leave Mike's side ever again... so, why would I be mean to someone I will spend at least 21 years with?

Will chuckles softly.

Besides, kindness comes easier.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve feels tears well in her eyes but quickly wipes them away.

Easier for anyone but me.

She straightens her posture.

Mike is…lucky to have you. You’re not as bad as I thought you were.

[verseless-maeve]

@verseless-will

Sunday Night

Maeve climbs the stairs to reach her former home of two years. Luke whines in her arms. As much as she hates to admit it, Mike was right. It was time for Luke to come home. Vincent’s state of mind was troubled. But Maeve will go back. He shouldn’t be alone with himself. Maeve doesn’t want to be alone either.

She stands on the other side steeling herself for the worst. Mike was furious with her on the phone earlier but nonetheless they should honestly sit down and have a mature conversation about the situation they find themselves in. He needs to grow up, stop acting like a child. Maeve rings the doorbell.

[verseless-will]

Will is sitting on the couch. The room is dark, illuminated by the dim glow of the TV. Mike left the apartment a few hours ago. Upset after a phone call. Ready for a rampage. Instead, Will sent him out to spend some time with Roy. Get his mind cleared. Meanwhile, Will needs some time to himself as well. After those past days, he needs to breathe. Mike is wonderful. Still, Will craves peace. Silence.

Ding dong.

The ringing of the doorbell is almost violent in Will's ears. It's late. Who could it be? Timid he sets the plate he was balancing in his lap aside and strides towards the door. He won't open it. Doesn't dare to check through the peephole. Instead, he steps close to the door, speaking in a louder yet gentle voice.

Uhh, who is it?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve readjusts Luke in her arms lips pursed. Not Mike’s voice. Must be William. She hasn’t heard it in a while but she does recognize. Who else could be in Mike’s apartment anyway but the guy who she replaced, who now in a way replaces her.

She clears her throat.

Maeve…and uh Luke.

Luke speaks up in that moment, let’s out a timid yip. He begins to grow restless.

[verseless-will]

There's no response. Merely the sound of the lock clicking and the door carefully open. Will sticks his head out. Barely enough to see her. And his son.

Lukey!

He beams. Luke barks. A joyous sound. The door opens fully now. Will looks her up and down, offering her a smile.

Did you bring Luke to swoon Mike? I fear he isn't home.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve is taken aback by Will’s smile, she expected more of a negative reaction to her being there. Still she collects herself, tries not to let her guard down. She does sigh internally though at the fact that Mike has yet gotten away from her.

I think we both know there’s nothing I can do to swoon Mike. I don’t have the right parts.

She holds out Luke, who’s basically jumping out of his skin in excitement, for Will to take.

[verseless-will]

Luke almost flies in the second Will stretches his arms out. He catches the energetic bundle with a big smile. The first genuine one in a while. He missed his son. Will missed Luke so incredibly much. This is what parenthood must feel like.

His smile softens, still genuine. He puts Luke down. The little guy immediately runs back inside familiar grounds. Will lets out a chuckle before speaking softly.

Have you tried tickling Mike's chin? Works regardless of your parts.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve snorts but immediately scrunches her nose up. How embarrassing. Nothing about that is even funny.

Jeez, why didn’t I think about that?

She responds sarcastically and folds her arms across her chest straight-faced.

[verseless-will]

Will arches his brow. Her little reaction did not stay unnoticed. It seems Maeve isn't as soulless as the other devil. After all, this must be hard for her, too. It doesn't justify ir erase anything but... somehow, Maeve seems more human. Still, Will can't trust the change of atmosphere.

Why did you come here? Why with Luke?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs and shifts in place.

I came to talk to Mike…about the baby. I mean, I brought it up briefly on the phone, but he didn’t want to hear it. I was hoping he’d have cooled off by now. And I brought Luke because Mike asked for him to be returned. Vincent can’t really look after him anymore regardless…

[verseless-will]

Oh.

Will sighs too.

He's having a hard time adjusting... accepting... I bet it's scary... look, I'm sorry about how he treats this situation... it's not the child's fault... he shouldn't... uhh... nevermind.

Do you... want to come in? Write down a message?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve worries her bottom lip. Her gaze lowers.

I doubt he’d even read it. Mike hates me, told me that himself. I don’t blame him. I’ll just go…

She steps back.

[verseless-will]

He'll read it. I know he will.

Will leans against the open door.

He's rightfully hurt... but he cares... you must have meant something to him at some point.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve pauses.

We were friends once, but we ruined it. That can’t be undone. What I meant to him was a lie, a cover up. It was all fake. A perfect gentleman who wanted the rotten girl.

She scoffs.

Yea right. Sounds stupid.

[verseless-will]

Will stares at her. Confused.

It wasn't fake. Mike isn't like that. I know him, I've known him for most of my life...

Will holds out a hand.

You came here to talk to Mike. Write it down. Come.

[verseless-maeve]

The Mike I know is different from the Mike you’ve known.

Maeve hesitates. This Will guy is odd.

But if you’re so adamant…

She steps closer but ignores Will’s hand.

[verseless-will]

It's for Mike's sake... for his peace.

[verseless-maeve]

I can’t give him peace. No matter what I do. I’ve given him the opposite for two years. I’m a bad person, William.

[verseless-will]

You can call me Will.

[verseless-maeve]

Okay…Will. Did you not hear what I just said? I don’t know what you’re trying to do but it’s for sure not going to work.

[verseless-will]

Okay. I just think it's important to you. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here.

Will turns around now. Heading for the living room.

Make it work if it's important.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve follows a little annoyed.

And you’re okay with that? Even after what I’ve done to you and Mike?

[verseless-will]

This isn't about me. It's about you two... three...

His eyes briefly scan her stomach before fixing to the ground.

Something tells me you weren't always like this... so you definitely can change, Maeve. For your baby. For yourself.

He looks up again. His eyes gleam with emotion.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve looks away, emotional at Will’s words, or maybe it’s just her hormones. Definitely the hormones.

…Why are you being so nice to me?

[verseless-maeve]

@verseless-will

Sunday Night

Maeve climbs the stairs to reach her former home of two years. Luke whines in her arms. As much as she hates to admit it, Mike was right. It was time for Luke to come home. Vincent’s state of mind was troubled. But Maeve will go back. He shouldn’t be alone with himself. Maeve doesn’t want to be alone either.

She stands on the other side steeling herself for the worst. Mike was furious with her on the phone earlier but nonetheless they should honestly sit down and have a mature conversation about the situation they find themselves in. He needs to grow up, stop acting like a child. Maeve rings the doorbell.

[verseless-will]

Will is sitting on the couch. The room is dark, illuminated by the dim glow of the TV. Mike left the apartment a few hours ago. Upset after a phone call. Ready for a rampage. Instead, Will sent him out to spend some time with Roy. Get his mind cleared. Meanwhile, Will needs some time to himself as well. After those past days, he needs to breathe. Mike is wonderful. Still, Will craves peace. Silence.

Ding dong.

The ringing of the doorbell is almost violent in Will's ears. It's late. Who could it be? Timid he sets the plate he was balancing in his lap aside and strides towards the door. He won't open it. Doesn't dare to check through the peephole. Instead, he steps close to the door, speaking in a louder yet gentle voice.

Uhh, who is it?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve readjusts Luke in her arms lips pursed. Not Mike’s voice. Must be William. She hasn’t heard it in a while but she does recognize. Who else could be in Mike’s apartment anyway but the guy who she replaced, who now in a way replaces her.

She clears her throat.

Maeve…and uh Luke.

Luke speaks up in that moment, let’s out a timid yip. He begins to grow restless.

[verseless-will]

There's no response. Merely the sound of the lock clicking and the door carefully open. Will sticks his head out. Barely enough to see her. And his son.

Lukey!

He beams. Luke barks. A joyous sound. The door opens fully now. Will looks her up and down, offering her a smile.

Did you bring Luke to swoon Mike? I fear he isn't home.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve is taken aback by Will’s smile, she expected more of a negative reaction to her being there. Still she collects herself, tries not to let her guard down. She does sigh internally though at the fact that Mike has yet gotten away from her.

I think we both know there’s nothing I can do to swoon Mike. I don’t have the right parts.

She holds out Luke, who’s basically jumping out of his skin in excitement, for Will to take.

[verseless-will]

Luke almost flies in the second Will stretches his arms out. He catches the energetic bundle with a big smile. The first genuine one in a while. He missed his son. Will missed Luke so incredibly much. This is what parenthood must feel like.

His smile softens, still genuine. He puts Luke down. The little guy immediately runs back inside familiar grounds. Will lets out a chuckle before speaking softly.

Have you tried tickling Mike's chin? Works regardless of your parts.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve snorts but immediately scrunches her nose up. How embarrassing. Nothing about that is even funny.

Jeez, why didn’t I think about that?

She responds sarcastically and folds her arms across her chest straight-faced.

[verseless-will]

Will arches his brow. Her little reaction did not stay unnoticed. It seems Maeve isn't as soulless as the other devil. After all, this must be hard for her, too. It doesn't justify ir erase anything but... somehow, Maeve seems more human. Still, Will can't trust the change of atmosphere.

Why did you come here? Why with Luke?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs and shifts in place.

I came to talk to Mike…about the baby. I mean, I brought it up briefly on the phone, but he didn’t want to hear it. I was hoping he’d have cooled off by now. And I brought Luke because Mike asked for him to be returned. Vincent can’t really look after him anymore regardless…

[verseless-will]

Oh.

Will sighs too.

He's having a hard time adjusting... accepting... I bet it's scary... look, I'm sorry about how he treats this situation... it's not the child's fault... he shouldn't... uhh... nevermind.

Do you... want to come in? Write down a message?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve worries her bottom lip. Her gaze lowers.

I doubt he’d even read it. Mike hates me, told me that himself. I don’t blame him. I’ll just go…

She steps back.

[verseless-will]

He'll read it. I know he will.

Will leans against the open door.

He's rightfully hurt... but he cares... you must have meant something to him at some point.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve pauses.

We were friends once, but we ruined it. That can’t be undone. What I meant to him was a lie, a cover up. It was all fake. A perfect gentleman who wanted the rotten girl.

She scoffs.

Yea right. Sounds stupid.

[verseless-will]

Will stares at her. Confused.

It wasn't fake. Mike isn't like that. I know him, I've known him for most of my life...

Will holds out a hand.

You came here to talk to Mike. Write it down. Come.

[verseless-maeve]

The Mike I know is different from the Mike you’ve known.

Maeve hesitates. This Will guy is odd.

But if you’re so adamant…

She steps closer but ignores Will’s hand.

[verseless-will]

It's for Mike's sake... for his peace.

[verseless-maeve]

I can’t give him peace. No matter what I do. I’ve given him the opposite for two years. I’m a bad person, William.

[verseless-will]

You can call me Will.

[verseless-maeve]

Okay…Will. Did you not hear what I just said? I don’t know what you’re trying to do but it’s for sure not going to work.

[verseless-will]

Okay. I just think it's important to you. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here.

Will turns around now. Heading for the living room.

Make it work if it's important.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve follows a little annoyed.

And you’re okay with that? Even after what I’ve done to you and Mike?

[verseless-maeve]

@verseless-will

Sunday Night

Maeve climbs the stairs to reach her former home of two years. Luke whines in her arms. As much as she hates to admit it, Mike was right. It was time for Luke to come home. Vincent’s state of mind was troubled. But Maeve will go back. He shouldn’t be alone with himself. Maeve doesn’t want to be alone either.

She stands on the other side steeling herself for the worst. Mike was furious with her on the phone earlier but nonetheless they should honestly sit down and have a mature conversation about the situation they find themselves in. He needs to grow up, stop acting like a child. Maeve rings the doorbell.

[verseless-will]

Will is sitting on the couch. The room is dark, illuminated by the dim glow of the TV. Mike left the apartment a few hours ago. Upset after a phone call. Ready for a rampage. Instead, Will sent him out to spend some time with Roy. Get his mind cleared. Meanwhile, Will needs some time to himself as well. After those past days, he needs to breathe. Mike is wonderful. Still, Will craves peace. Silence.

Ding dong.

The ringing of the doorbell is almost violent in Will's ears. It's late. Who could it be? Timid he sets the plate he was balancing in his lap aside and strides towards the door. He won't open it. Doesn't dare to check through the peephole. Instead, he steps close to the door, speaking in a louder yet gentle voice.

Uhh, who is it?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve readjusts Luke in her arms lips pursed. Not Mike’s voice. Must be William. She hasn’t heard it in a while but she does recognize. Who else could be in Mike’s apartment anyway but the guy who she replaced, who now in a way replaces her.

She clears her throat.

Maeve…and uh Luke.

Luke speaks up in that moment, let’s out a timid yip. He begins to grow restless.

[verseless-will]

There's no response. Merely the sound of the lock clicking and the door carefully open. Will sticks his head out. Barely enough to see her. And his son.

Lukey!

He beams. Luke barks. A joyous sound. The door opens fully now. Will looks her up and down, offering her a smile.

Did you bring Luke to swoon Mike? I fear he isn't home.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve is taken aback by Will’s smile, she expected more of a negative reaction to her being there. Still she collects herself, tries not to let her guard down. She does sigh internally though at the fact that Mike has yet gotten away from her.

I think we both know there’s nothing I can do to swoon Mike. I don’t have the right parts.

She holds out Luke, who’s basically jumping out of his skin in excitement, for Will to take.

[verseless-will]

Luke almost flies in the second Will stretches his arms out. He catches the energetic bundle with a big smile. The first genuine one in a while. He missed his son. Will missed Luke so incredibly much. This is what parenthood must feel like.

His smile softens, still genuine. He puts Luke down. The little guy immediately runs back inside familiar grounds. Will lets out a chuckle before speaking softly.

Have you tried tickling Mike's chin? Works regardless of your parts.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve snorts but immediately scrunches her nose up. How embarrassing. Nothing about that is even funny.

Jeez, why didn’t I think about that?

She responds sarcastically and folds her arms across her chest straight-faced.

[verseless-will]

Will arches his brow. Her little reaction did not stay unnoticed. It seems Maeve isn't as soulless as the other devil. After all, this must be hard for her, too. It doesn't justify ir erase anything but... somehow, Maeve seems more human. Still, Will can't trust the change of atmosphere.

Why did you come here? Why with Luke?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs and shifts in place.

I came to talk to Mike…about the baby. I mean, I brought it up briefly on the phone, but he didn’t want to hear it. I was hoping he’d have cooled off by now. And I brought Luke because Mike asked for him to be returned. Vincent can’t really look after him anymore regardless…

[verseless-will]

Oh.

Will sighs too.

He's having a hard time adjusting... accepting... I bet it's scary... look, I'm sorry about how he treats this situation... it's not the child's fault... he shouldn't... uhh... nevermind.

Do you... want to come in? Write down a message?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve worries her bottom lip. Her gaze lowers.

I doubt he’d even read it. Mike hates me, told me that himself. I don’t blame him. I’ll just go…

She steps back.

[verseless-will]

He'll read it. I know he will.

Will leans against the open door.

He's rightfully hurt... but he cares... you must have meant something to him at some point.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve pauses.

We were friends once, but we ruined it. That can’t be undone. What I meant to him was a lie, a cover up. It was all fake. A perfect gentleman who wanted the rotten girl.

She scoffs.

Yea right. Sounds stupid.

[verseless-will]

Will stares at her. Confused.

It wasn't fake. Mike isn't like that. I know him, I've known him for most of my life...

Will holds out a hand.

You came here to talk to Mike. Write it down. Come.

[verseless-maeve]

The Mike I know is different from the Mike you’ve known.

Maeve hesitates. This Will guy is odd.

But if you’re so adamant…

She steps closer but ignores Will’s hand.

[verseless-will]

It's for Mike's sake... for his peace.

[verseless-maeve]

I can’t give him peace. No matter what I do. I’ve given him the opposite for two years. I’m a bad person, William.

[verseless-will]

You can call me Will.

[verseless-maeve]

Okay…Will. Did you not hear what I just said? I don’t know what you’re trying to do but it’s for sure not going to work.

[verseless-maeve]

@verseless-will

Sunday Night

Maeve climbs the stairs to reach her former home of two years. Luke whines in her arms. As much as she hates to admit it, Mike was right. It was time for Luke to come home. Vincent’s state of mind was troubled. But Maeve will go back. He shouldn’t be alone with himself. Maeve doesn’t want to be alone either.

She stands on the other side steeling herself for the worst. Mike was furious with her on the phone earlier but nonetheless they should honestly sit down and have a mature conversation about the situation they find themselves in. He needs to grow up, stop acting like a child. Maeve rings the doorbell.

[verseless-will]

Will is sitting on the couch. The room is dark, illuminated by the dim glow of the TV. Mike left the apartment a few hours ago. Upset after a phone call. Ready for a rampage. Instead, Will sent him out to spend some time with Roy. Get his mind cleared. Meanwhile, Will needs some time to himself as well. After those past days, he needs to breathe. Mike is wonderful. Still, Will craves peace. Silence.

Ding dong.

The ringing of the doorbell is almost violent in Will's ears. It's late. Who could it be? Timid he sets the plate he was balancing in his lap aside and strides towards the door. He won't open it. Doesn't dare to check through the peephole. Instead, he steps close to the door, speaking in a louder yet gentle voice.

Uhh, who is it?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve readjusts Luke in her arms lips pursed. Not Mike’s voice. Must be William. She hasn’t heard it in a while but she does recognize. Who else could be in Mike’s apartment anyway but the guy who she replaced, who now in a way replaces her.

She clears her throat.

Maeve…and uh Luke.

Luke speaks up in that moment, let’s out a timid yip. He begins to grow restless.

[verseless-will]

There's no response. Merely the sound of the lock clicking and the door carefully open. Will sticks his head out. Barely enough to see her. And his son.

Lukey!

He beams. Luke barks. A joyous sound. The door opens fully now. Will looks her up and down, offering her a smile.

Did you bring Luke to swoon Mike? I fear he isn't home.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve is taken aback by Will’s smile, she expected more of a negative reaction to her being there. Still she collects herself, tries not to let her guard down. She does sigh internally though at the fact that Mike has yet gotten away from her.

I think we both know there’s nothing I can do to swoon Mike. I don’t have the right parts.

She holds out Luke, who’s basically jumping out of his skin in excitement, for Will to take.

[verseless-will]

Luke almost flies in the second Will stretches his arms out. He catches the energetic bundle with a big smile. The first genuine one in a while. He missed his son. Will missed Luke so incredibly much. This is what parenthood must feel like.

His smile softens, still genuine. He puts Luke down. The little guy immediately runs back inside familiar grounds. Will lets out a chuckle before speaking softly.

Have you tried tickling Mike's chin? Works regardless of your parts.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve snorts but immediately scrunches her nose up. How embarrassing. Nothing about that is even funny.

Jeez, why didn’t I think about that?

She responds sarcastically and folds her arms across her chest straight-faced.

[verseless-will]

Will arches his brow. Her little reaction did not stay unnoticed. It seems Maeve isn't as soulless as the other devil. After all, this must be hard for her, too. It doesn't justify ir erase anything but... somehow, Maeve seems more human. Still, Will can't trust the change of atmosphere.

Why did you come here? Why with Luke?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs and shifts in place.

I came to talk to Mike…about the baby. I mean, I brought it up briefly on the phone, but he didn’t want to hear it. I was hoping he’d have cooled off by now. And I brought Luke because Mike asked for him to be returned. Vincent can’t really look after him anymore regardless…

[verseless-will]

Oh.

Will sighs too.

He's having a hard time adjusting... accepting... I bet it's scary... look, I'm sorry about how he treats this situation... it's not the child's fault... he shouldn't... uhh... nevermind.

Do you... want to come in? Write down a message?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve worries her bottom lip. Her gaze lowers.

I doubt he’d even read it. Mike hates me, told me that himself. I don’t blame him. I’ll just go…

She steps back.

[verseless-will]

He'll read it. I know he will.

Will leans against the open door.

He's rightfully hurt... but he cares... you must have meant something to him at some point.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve pauses.

We were friends once, but we ruined it. That can’t be undone. What I meant to him was a lie, a cover up. It was all fake. A perfect gentleman who wanted the rotten girl.

She scoffs.

Yea right. Sounds stupid.

[verseless-will]

Will stares at her. Confused.

It wasn't fake. Mike isn't like that. I know him, I've known him for most of my life...

Will holds out a hand.

You came here to talk to Mike. Write it down. Come.

[verseless-maeve]

The Mike I know is different from the Mike you’ve known.

Maeve hesitates. This Will guy is odd.

But if you’re so adamant…

She steps closer but ignores Will’s hand.

[verseless-will]

It's for Mike's sake... for his peace.

[verseless-maeve]

I can’t give him peace. No matter what I do. I’ve given him the opposite for two years. I’m a bad person, William.

[verseless-maeve]

@verseless-will

Sunday Night

Maeve climbs the stairs to reach her former home of two years. Luke whines in her arms. As much as she hates to admit it, Mike was right. It was time for Luke to come home. Vincent’s state of mind was troubled. But Maeve will go back. He shouldn’t be alone with himself. Maeve doesn’t want to be alone either.

She stands on the other side steeling herself for the worst. Mike was furious with her on the phone earlier but nonetheless they should honestly sit down and have a mature conversation about the situation they find themselves in. He needs to grow up, stop acting like a child. Maeve rings the doorbell.

[verseless-will]

Will is sitting on the couch. The room is dark, illuminated by the dim glow of the TV. Mike left the apartment a few hours ago. Upset after a phone call. Ready for a rampage. Instead, Will sent him out to spend some time with Roy. Get his mind cleared. Meanwhile, Will needs some time to himself as well. After those past days, he needs to breathe. Mike is wonderful. Still, Will craves peace. Silence.

Ding dong.

The ringing of the doorbell is almost violent in Will's ears. It's late. Who could it be? Timid he sets the plate he was balancing in his lap aside and strides towards the door. He won't open it. Doesn't dare to check through the peephole. Instead, he steps close to the door, speaking in a louder yet gentle voice.

Uhh, who is it?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve readjusts Luke in her arms lips pursed. Not Mike’s voice. Must be William. She hasn’t heard it in a while but she does recognize. Who else could be in Mike’s apartment anyway but the guy who she replaced, who now in a way replaces her.

She clears her throat.

Maeve…and uh Luke.

Luke speaks up in that moment, let’s out a timid yip. He begins to grow restless.

[verseless-will]

There's no response. Merely the sound of the lock clicking and the door carefully open. Will sticks his head out. Barely enough to see her. And his son.

Lukey!

He beams. Luke barks. A joyous sound. The door opens fully now. Will looks her up and down, offering her a smile.

Did you bring Luke to swoon Mike? I fear he isn't home.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve is taken aback by Will’s smile, she expected more of a negative reaction to her being there. Still she collects herself, tries not to let her guard down. She does sigh internally though at the fact that Mike has yet gotten away from her.

I think we both know there’s nothing I can do to swoon Mike. I don’t have the right parts.

She holds out Luke, who’s basically jumping out of his skin in excitement, for Will to take.

[verseless-will]

Luke almost flies in the second Will stretches his arms out. He catches the energetic bundle with a big smile. The first genuine one in a while. He missed his son. Will missed Luke so incredibly much. This is what parenthood must feel like.

His smile softens, still genuine. He puts Luke down. The little guy immediately runs back inside familiar grounds. Will lets out a chuckle before speaking softly.

Have you tried tickling Mike's chin? Works regardless of your parts.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve snorts but immediately scrunches her nose up. How embarrassing. Nothing about that is even funny.

Jeez, why didn’t I think about that?

She responds sarcastically and folds her arms across her chest straight-faced.

[verseless-will]

Will arches his brow. Her little reaction did not stay unnoticed. It seems Maeve isn't as soulless as the other devil. After all, this must be hard for her, too. It doesn't justify ir erase anything but... somehow, Maeve seems more human. Still, Will can't trust the change of atmosphere.

Why did you come here? Why with Luke?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs and shifts in place.

I came to talk to Mike…about the baby. I mean, I brought it up briefly on the phone, but he didn’t want to hear it. I was hoping he’d have cooled off by now. And I brought Luke because Mike asked for him to be returned. Vincent can’t really look after him anymore regardless…

[verseless-will]

Oh.

Will sighs too.

He's having a hard time adjusting... accepting... I bet it's scary... look, I'm sorry about how he treats this situation... it's not the child's fault... he shouldn't... uhh... nevermind.

Do you... want to come in? Write down a message?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve worries her bottom lip. Her gaze lowers.

I doubt he’d even read it. Mike hates me, told me that himself. I don’t blame him. I’ll just go…

She steps back.

[verseless-will]

He'll read it. I know he will.

Will leans against the open door.

He's rightfully hurt... but he cares... you must have meant something to him at some point.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve pauses.

We were friends once, but we ruined it. That can’t be undone. What I meant to him was a lie, a cover up. It was all fake. A perfect gentleman who wanted the rotten girl.

She scoffs.

Yea right. Sounds stupid.

[verseless-will]

Will stares at her. Confused.

It wasn't fake. Mike isn't like that. I know him, I've known him for most of my life...

Will holds out a hand.

You came here to talk to Mike. Write it down. Come.

[verseless-maeve]

The Mike I know is different from the Mike you’ve known.

Maeve hesitates. This Will guy is odd.

But if you’re so adamant…

She steps closer but ignores Will’s hand.

[verseless-maeve]

@verseless-will

Sunday Night

Maeve climbs the stairs to reach her former home of two years. Luke whines in her arms. As much as she hates to admit it, Mike was right. It was time for Luke to come home. Vincent’s state of mind was troubled. But Maeve will go back. He shouldn’t be alone with himself. Maeve doesn’t want to be alone either.

She stands on the other side steeling herself for the worst. Mike was furious with her on the phone earlier but nonetheless they should honestly sit down and have a mature conversation about the situation they find themselves in. He needs to grow up, stop acting like a child. Maeve rings the doorbell.

[verseless-will]

Will is sitting on the couch. The room is dark, illuminated by the dim glow of the TV. Mike left the apartment a few hours ago. Upset after a phone call. Ready for a rampage. Instead, Will sent him out to spend some time with Roy. Get his mind cleared. Meanwhile, Will needs some time to himself as well. After those past days, he needs to breathe. Mike is wonderful. Still, Will craves peace. Silence.

Ding dong.

The ringing of the doorbell is almost violent in Will's ears. It's late. Who could it be? Timid he sets the plate he was balancing in his lap aside and strides towards the door. He won't open it. Doesn't dare to check through the peephole. Instead, he steps close to the door, speaking in a louder yet gentle voice.

Uhh, who is it?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve readjusts Luke in her arms lips pursed. Not Mike’s voice. Must be William. She hasn’t heard it in a while but she does recognize. Who else could be in Mike’s apartment anyway but the guy who she replaced, who now in a way replaces her.

She clears her throat.

Maeve…and uh Luke.

Luke speaks up in that moment, let’s out a timid yip. He begins to grow restless.

[verseless-will]

There's no response. Merely the sound of the lock clicking and the door carefully open. Will sticks his head out. Barely enough to see her. And his son.

Lukey!

He beams. Luke barks. A joyous sound. The door opens fully now. Will looks her up and down, offering her a smile.

Did you bring Luke to swoon Mike? I fear he isn't home.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve is taken aback by Will’s smile, she expected more of a negative reaction to her being there. Still she collects herself, tries not to let her guard down. She does sigh internally though at the fact that Mike has yet gotten away from her.

I think we both know there’s nothing I can do to swoon Mike. I don’t have the right parts.

She holds out Luke, who’s basically jumping out of his skin in excitement, for Will to take.

[verseless-will]

Luke almost flies in the second Will stretches his arms out. He catches the energetic bundle with a big smile. The first genuine one in a while. He missed his son. Will missed Luke so incredibly much. This is what parenthood must feel like.

His smile softens, still genuine. He puts Luke down. The little guy immediately runs back inside familiar grounds. Will lets out a chuckle before speaking softly.

Have you tried tickling Mike's chin? Works regardless of your parts.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve snorts but immediately scrunches her nose up. How embarrassing. Nothing about that is even funny.

Jeez, why didn’t I think about that?

She responds sarcastically and folds her arms across her chest straight-faced.

[verseless-will]

Will arches his brow. Her little reaction did not stay unnoticed. It seems Maeve isn't as soulless as the other devil. After all, this must be hard for her, too. It doesn't justify ir erase anything but... somehow, Maeve seems more human. Still, Will can't trust the change of atmosphere.

Why did you come here? Why with Luke?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs and shifts in place.

I came to talk to Mike…about the baby. I mean, I brought it up briefly on the phone, but he didn’t want to hear it. I was hoping he’d have cooled off by now. And I brought Luke because Mike asked for him to be returned. Vincent can’t really look after him anymore regardless…

[verseless-will]

Oh.

Will sighs too.

He's having a hard time adjusting... accepting... I bet it's scary... look, I'm sorry about how he treats this situation... it's not the child's fault... he shouldn't... uhh... nevermind.

Do you... want to come in? Write down a message?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve worries her bottom lip. Her gaze lowers.

I doubt he’d even read it. Mike hates me, told me that himself. I don’t blame him. I’ll just go…

She steps back.

[verseless-will]

He'll read it. I know he will.

Will leans against the open door.

He's rightfully hurt... but he cares... you must have meant something to him at some point.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve pauses.

We were friends once, but we ruined it. That can’t be undone. What I meant to him was a lie, a cover up. It was all fake. A perfect gentleman who wanted the rotten girl.

She scoffs.

Yea right. Sounds stupid.

[verseless-maeve]

@verseless-will

Sunday Night

Maeve climbs the stairs to reach her former home of two years. Luke whines in her arms. As much as she hates to admit it, Mike was right. It was time for Luke to come home. Vincent’s state of mind was troubled. But Maeve will go back. He shouldn’t be alone with himself. Maeve doesn’t want to be alone either.

She stands on the other side steeling herself for the worst. Mike was furious with her on the phone earlier but nonetheless they should honestly sit down and have a mature conversation about the situation they find themselves in. He needs to grow up, stop acting like a child. Maeve rings the doorbell.

[verseless-will]

Will is sitting on the couch. The room is dark, illuminated by the dim glow of the TV. Mike left the apartment a few hours ago. Upset after a phone call. Ready for a rampage. Instead, Will sent him out to spend some time with Roy. Get his mind cleared. Meanwhile, Will needs some time to himself as well. After those past days, he needs to breathe. Mike is wonderful. Still, Will craves peace. Silence.

Ding dong.

The ringing of the doorbell is almost violent in Will's ears. It's late. Who could it be? Timid he sets the plate he was balancing in his lap aside and strides towards the door. He won't open it. Doesn't dare to check through the peephole. Instead, he steps close to the door, speaking in a louder yet gentle voice.

Uhh, who is it?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve readjusts Luke in her arms lips pursed. Not Mike’s voice. Must be William. She hasn’t heard it in a while but she does recognize. Who else could be in Mike’s apartment anyway but the guy who she replaced, who now in a way replaces her.

She clears her throat.

Maeve…and uh Luke.

Luke speaks up in that moment, let’s out a timid yip. He begins to grow restless.

[verseless-will]

There's no response. Merely the sound of the lock clicking and the door carefully open. Will sticks his head out. Barely enough to see her. And his son.

Lukey!

He beams. Luke barks. A joyous sound. The door opens fully now. Will looks her up and down, offering her a smile.

Did you bring Luke to swoon Mike? I fear he isn't home.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve is taken aback by Will’s smile, she expected more of a negative reaction to her being there. Still she collects herself, tries not to let her guard down. She does sigh internally though at the fact that Mike has yet gotten away from her.

I think we both know there’s nothing I can do to swoon Mike. I don’t have the right parts.

She holds out Luke, who’s basically jumping out of his skin in excitement, for Will to take.

[verseless-will]

Luke almost flies in the second Will stretches his arms out. He catches the energetic bundle with a big smile. The first genuine one in a while. He missed his son. Will missed Luke so incredibly much. This is what parenthood must feel like.

His smile softens, still genuine. He puts Luke down. The little guy immediately runs back inside familiar grounds. Will lets out a chuckle before speaking softly.

Have you tried tickling Mike's chin? Works regardless of your parts.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve snorts but immediately scrunches her nose up. How embarrassing. Nothing about that is even funny.

Jeez, why didn’t I think about that?

She responds sarcastically and folds her arms across her chest straight-faced.

[verseless-will]

Will arches his brow. Her little reaction did not stay unnoticed. It seems Maeve isn't as soulless as the other devil. After all, this must be hard for her, too. It doesn't justify ir erase anything but... somehow, Maeve seems more human. Still, Will can't trust the change of atmosphere.

Why did you come here? Why with Luke?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs and shifts in place.

I came to talk to Mike…about the baby. I mean, I brought it up briefly on the phone, but he didn’t want to hear it. I was hoping he’d have cooled off by now. And I brought Luke because Mike asked for him to be returned. Vincent can’t really look after him anymore regardless…

[verseless-will]

Oh.

Will sighs too.

He's having a hard time adjusting... accepting... I bet it's scary... look, I'm sorry about how he treats this situation... it's not the child's fault... he shouldn't... uhh... nevermind.

Do you... want to come in? Write down a message?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve worries her bottom lip. Her gaze lowers.

I doubt he’d even read it. Mike hates me, told me that himself. I don’t blame him. I’ll just go…

She steps back.

[verseless-maeve]

@verseless-will

Sunday Night

Maeve climbs the stairs to reach her former home of two years. Luke whines in her arms. As much as she hates to admit it, Mike was right. It was time for Luke to come home. Vincent’s state of mind was troubled. But Maeve will go back. He shouldn’t be alone with himself. Maeve doesn’t want to be alone either.

She stands on the other side steeling herself for the worst. Mike was furious with her on the phone earlier but nonetheless they should honestly sit down and have a mature conversation about the situation they find themselves in. He needs to grow up, stop acting like a child. Maeve rings the doorbell.

[verseless-will]

Will is sitting on the couch. The room is dark, illuminated by the dim glow of the TV. Mike left the apartment a few hours ago. Upset after a phone call. Ready for a rampage. Instead, Will sent him out to spend some time with Roy. Get his mind cleared. Meanwhile, Will needs some time to himself as well. After those past days, he needs to breathe. Mike is wonderful. Still, Will craves peace. Silence.

Ding dong.

The ringing of the doorbell is almost violent in Will's ears. It's late. Who could it be? Timid he sets the plate he was balancing in his lap aside and strides towards the door. He won't open it. Doesn't dare to check through the peephole. Instead, he steps close to the door, speaking in a louder yet gentle voice.

Uhh, who is it?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve readjusts Luke in her arms lips pursed. Not Mike’s voice. Must be William. She hasn’t heard it in a while but she does recognize. Who else could be in Mike’s apartment anyway but the guy who she replaced, who now in a way replaces her.

She clears her throat.

Maeve…and uh Luke.

Luke speaks up in that moment, let’s out a timid yip. He begins to grow restless.

[verseless-will]

There's no response. Merely the sound of the lock clicking and the door carefully open. Will sticks his head out. Barely enough to see her. And his son.

Lukey!

He beams. Luke barks. A joyous sound. The door opens fully now. Will looks her up and down, offering her a smile.

Did you bring Luke to swoon Mike? I fear he isn't home.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve is taken aback by Will’s smile, she expected more of a negative reaction to her being there. Still she collects herself, tries not to let her guard down. She does sigh internally though at the fact that Mike has yet gotten away from her.

I think we both know there’s nothing I can do to swoon Mike. I don’t have the right parts.

She holds out Luke, who’s basically jumping out of his skin in excitement, for Will to take.

[verseless-will]

Luke almost flies in the second Will stretches his arms out. He catches the energetic bundle with a big smile. The first genuine one in a while. He missed his son. Will missed Luke so incredibly much. This is what parenthood must feel like.

His smile softens, still genuine. He puts Luke down. The little guy immediately runs back inside familiar grounds. Will lets out a chuckle before speaking softly.

Have you tried tickling Mike's chin? Works regardless of your parts.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve snorts but immediately scrunches her nose up. How embarrassing. Nothing about that is even funny.

Jeez, why didn’t I think about that?

She responds sarcastically and folds her arms across her chest straight-faced.

[verseless-will]

Will arches his brow. Her little reaction did not stay unnoticed. It seems Maeve isn't as soulless as the other devil. After all, this must be hard for her, too. It doesn't justify ir erase anything but... somehow, Maeve seems more human. Still, Will can't trust the change of atmosphere.

Why did you come here? Why with Luke?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs and shifts in place.

I came to talk to Mike…about the baby. I mean, I brought it up briefly on the phone, but he didn’t want to hear it. I was hoping he’d have cooled off by now. And I brought Luke because Mike asked for him to be returned. Vincent can’t really look after him anymore regardless…

[verseless-maeve]

@verseless-will

Sunday Night

Maeve climbs the stairs to reach her former home of two years. Luke whines in her arms. As much as she hates to admit it, Mike was right. It was time for Luke to come home. Vincent’s state of mind was troubled. But Maeve will go back. He shouldn’t be alone with himself. Maeve doesn’t want to be alone either.

She stands on the other side steeling herself for the worst. Mike was furious with her on the phone earlier but nonetheless they should honestly sit down and have a mature conversation about the situation they find themselves in. He needs to grow up, stop acting like a child. Maeve rings the doorbell.

[verseless-will]

Will is sitting on the couch. The room is dark, illuminated by the dim glow of the TV. Mike left the apartment a few hours ago. Upset after a phone call. Ready for a rampage. Instead, Will sent him out to spend some time with Roy. Get his mind cleared. Meanwhile, Will needs some time to himself as well. After those past days, he needs to breathe. Mike is wonderful. Still, Will craves peace. Silence.

Ding dong.

The ringing of the doorbell is almost violent in Will's ears. It's late. Who could it be? Timid he sets the plate he was balancing in his lap aside and strides towards the door. He won't open it. Doesn't dare to check through the peephole. Instead, he steps close to the door, speaking in a louder yet gentle voice.

Uhh, who is it?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve readjusts Luke in her arms lips pursed. Not Mike’s voice. Must be William. She hasn’t heard it in a while but she does recognize. Who else could be in Mike’s apartment anyway but the guy who she replaced, who now in a way replaces her.

She clears her throat.

Maeve…and uh Luke.

Luke speaks up in that moment, let’s out a timid yip. He begins to grow restless.

[verseless-will]

There's no response. Merely the sound of the lock clicking and the door carefully open. Will sticks his head out. Barely enough to see her. And his son.

Lukey!

He beams. Luke barks. A joyous sound. The door opens fully now. Will looks her up and down, offering her a smile.

Did you bring Luke to swoon Mike? I fear he isn't home.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve is taken aback by Will’s smile, she expected more of a negative reaction to her being there. Still she collects herself, tries not to let her guard down. She does sigh internally though at the fact that Mike has yet gotten away from her.

I think we both know there’s nothing I can do to swoon Mike. I don’t have the right parts.

She holds out Luke, who’s basically jumping out of his skin in excitement, for Will to take.

[verseless-will]

Luke almost flies in the second Will stretches his arms out. He catches the energetic bundle with a big smile. The first genuine one in a while. He missed his son. Will missed Luke so incredibly much. This is what parenthood must feel like.

His smile softens, still genuine. He puts Luke down. The little guy immediately runs back inside familiar grounds. Will lets out a chuckle before speaking softly.

Have you tried tickling Mike's chin? Works regardless of your parts.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve snorts but immediately scrunches her nose up. How embarrassing. Nothing about that is even funny.

Jeez, why didn’t I think about that?

She responds sarcastically and folds her arms across her chest straight-faced.

[verseless-maeve]

@verseless-will

Sunday Night

Maeve climbs the stairs to reach her former home of two years. Luke whines in her arms. As much as she hates to admit it, Mike was right. It was time for Luke to come home. Vincent’s state of mind was troubled. But Maeve will go back. He shouldn’t be alone with himself. Maeve doesn’t want to be alone either.

She stands on the other side steeling herself for the worst. Mike was furious with her on the phone earlier but nonetheless they should honestly sit down and have a mature conversation about the situation they find themselves in. He needs to grow up, stop acting like a child. Maeve rings the doorbell.

[verseless-will]

Will is sitting on the couch. The room is dark, illuminated by the dim glow of the TV. Mike left the apartment a few hours ago. Upset after a phone call. Ready for a rampage. Instead, Will sent him out to spend some time with Roy. Get his mind cleared. Meanwhile, Will needs some time to himself as well. After those past days, he needs to breathe. Mike is wonderful. Still, Will craves peace. Silence.

Ding dong.

The ringing of the doorbell is almost violent in Will's ears. It's late. Who could it be? Timid he sets the plate he was balancing in his lap aside and strides towards the door. He won't open it. Doesn't dare to check through the peephole. Instead, he steps close to the door, speaking in a louder yet gentle voice.

Uhh, who is it?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve readjusts Luke in her arms lips pursed. Not Mike’s voice. Must be William. She hasn’t heard it in a while but she does recognize. Who else could be in Mike’s apartment anyway but the guy who she replaced, who now in a way replaces her.

She clears her throat.

Maeve…and uh Luke.

Luke speaks up in that moment, let’s out a timid yip. He begins to grow restless.

[verseless-will]

There's no response. Merely the sound of the lock clicking and the door carefully open. Will sticks his head out. Barely enough to see her. And his son.

Lukey!

He beams. Luke barks. A joyous sound. The door opens fully now. Will looks her up and down, offering her a smile.

Did you bring Luke to swoon Mike? I fear he isn't home.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve is taken aback by Will’s smile, she expected more of a negative reaction to her being there. Still she collects herself, tries not to let her guard down. She does sigh internally though at the fact that Mike has yet gotten away from her.

I think we both know there’s nothing I can do to swoon Mike. I don’t have the right parts.

She holds out Luke, who’s basically jumping out of his skin in excitement, for Will to take.

[verseless-maeve]

@verseless-will

Sunday Night

Maeve climbs the stairs to reach her former home of two years. Luke whines in her arms. As much as she hates to admit it, Mike was right. It was time for Luke to come home. Vincent’s state of mind was troubled. But Maeve will go back. He shouldn’t be alone with himself. Maeve doesn’t want to be alone either.

She stands on the other side steeling herself for the worst. Mike was furious with her on the phone earlier but nonetheless they should honestly sit down and have a mature conversation about the situation they find themselves in. He needs to grow up, stop acting like a child. Maeve rings the doorbell.

[verseless-will]

Will is sitting on the couch. The room is dark, illuminated by the dim glow of the TV. Mike left the apartment a few hours ago. Upset after a phone call. Ready for a rampage. Instead, Will sent him out to spend some time with Roy. Get his mind cleared. Meanwhile, Will needs some time to himself as well. After those past days, he needs to breathe. Mike is wonderful. Still, Will craves peace. Silence.

Ding dong.

The ringing of the doorbell is almost violent in Will's ears. It's late. Who could it be? Timid he sets the plate he was balancing in his lap aside and strides towards the door. He won't open it. Doesn't dare to check through the peephole. Instead, he steps close to the door, speaking in a louder yet gentle voice.

Uhh, who is it?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve readjusts Luke in her arms lips pursed. Not Mike’s voice. Must be William. She hasn’t heard it in a while but she does recognize. Who else could be in Mike’s apartment anyway but the guy who she replaced, who now in a way replaces her.

She clears her throat.

Maeve…and uh Luke.

Luke speaks up in that moment, let’s out a timid yip. He begins to grow restless.

[verseless-maeve]

@verseless-will

Sunday Night

Maeve climbs the stairs to reach her former home of two years. Luke whines in her arms. As much as she hates to admit it, Mike was right. It was time for Luke to come home. Vincent’s state of mind was troubled. But Maeve will go back. He shouldn’t be alone with himself. Maeve doesn’t want to be alone either.

She stands on the other side steeling herself for the worst. Mike was furious with her on the phone earlier but nonetheless they should honestly sit down and have a mature conversation about the situation they find themselves in. He needs to grow up, stop acting like a child. Maeve rings the doorbell.

[verseless-mike]

Sunday Afternoon

Mike picks up the phone and dials the number. It rings for longer than expected but eventually picks up.

Vincent, hey.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve twirls the phone cord around her finger.

Wrong person. Hi Michael.

[verseless-mike]

Mike tenses up.

Maeve?! Seriously? Why are you answering Vincent’s phone?

[verseless-maeve]

Probably because I’m here in his apartment. It’s none of your business actually.

[verseless-mike]

Yes it is! It is. Stop inserting yourself in my life!

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs.

Mike, I am pregnant with your child. I’m going to be apart of your life whether you like it or not.

[verseless-mike]

Mike inhales sharply and pinches the bridge of his nose. His voice is strained.

Put Vincent on the phone.

[verseless-maeve]

Mike-

[verseless-mike]

Sunday Afternoon

Mike picks up the phone and dials the number. It rings for longer than expected but eventually picks up.

Vincent, hey.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve twirls the phone cord around her finger.

Wrong person. Hi Michael.

[verseless-mike]

Mike tenses up.

Maeve?! Seriously? Why are you answering Vincent’s phone?

[verseless-maeve]

Probably because I’m here in his apartment. It’s none of your business actually.

[verseless-mike]

Yes it is! It is. Stop inserting yourself in my life!

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs.

Mike, I am pregnant with your child. I’m going to be apart of your life whether you like it or not.