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Maxson smiled and laughed at her back. He watched her disappear into her room. He thought about following her. God, he wanted to. He didn't know what the hell was wrong with him, honestly. Something about her... shook him. It wasn't that he'd ruined her life, not entirely. He normally didn't give two shits about what happened to people who weren't him. He had no illusion about being a good person. Normally at this time of night, if he didn't have a woman wrapped around him, he had a drink and music playing softly.

He sank into the couch, still staring at her bedroom door. She reminded of something. Or maybe, someone. His blue eyes registered brief pain, then confusion. What..? He thought he could remember something for a second, then it slipped away. That happened to him sometimes. When he tried to think back before he had been this. Perhaps there was something he didn't want to remember. It made no difference, really.

Unbidden, a song that seemed to soothe the missing memory came to his mind. He could hear the mellow tones in the back of his mind. It was an old favorite, and the words came to his lips. Carrying clear across the quiet cabin.

"Worried moon, shining bright. Can I sleep here tonight right beside you? I got a long way to go, I'll be off in the morning and I hope but I don't know..." He rose from the couch, walking to her bedroom door and stopping short just in the doorway. He looked in at her, as if he were doing something he'd never really done before. Waiting... wanting a rational woman's consent. If she gave it, he would certainly walk through that doorway and pass the night.