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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"
As Max turned to face Willow, her skirt spinning around her, Willow had a second where she completely lost her train of thought. She mentally chastised herself. She was a client. She couldn't think about her like that. If they'd met under different circumstances, it could be completely different. But not like this. Willow cleared her throat and followed Max out of the apartment. It felt strange, leaving like this, like... well, friends. Willow had a habit of sneaking out before the other person had woken up, or else leaving with a kiss and an empty promise that she would absolutely call them. She wasn't in the right place to get attached like that. This was something she mentally reminded herself of as she followed Max. No getting attached. Strictly business.
She looked up as Max asked her about checking in on somebody. "Don't worry about it, doll, I'm not under any time pressure. I know what it's like." Even if she didn't work with other people, she had allies she worried about, people who she knew had her back. They'd gotten her out of one or two sticky situations, and she'd done the same for them. "Better be safe than sorry in this climate, right?" And she knew what it was like to have to spend the entire working day worrying. Only a week or so ago, one of her friends had given her a fright by working on a job. She'd somehow missed three calls from him in the space of five minutes, and he had then not answered his phone or texted her. Turns out his phone had just gotten broken, but that hadn't stopped her from contemplating storming out in the middle of her work day and going looking for him.
She looked up as Max asked her about checking in on somebody. "Don't worry about it, doll, I'm not under any time pressure. I know what it's like." Even if she didn't work with other people, she had allies she worried about, people who she knew had her back. They'd gotten her out of one or two sticky situations, and she'd done the same for them. "Better be safe than sorry in this climate, right?" And she knew what it was like to have to spend the entire working day worrying. Only a week or so ago, one of her friends had given her a fright by working on a job. She'd somehow missed three calls from him in the space of five minutes, and he had then not answered his phone or texted her. Turns out his phone had just gotten broken, but that hadn't stopped her from contemplating storming out in the middle of her work day and going looking for him.