Meredith showed a "Do you think I trust you?" expression, "Let's talk about something serious."
Maeve cooperated, showing a "deep in thought" expression, gently rubbing Meredith's hair with her long, pale fingers, "I'm serious too. I'm always serious about my boyfriend."
"So if he's not your boyfriend, it's none of your business, right?" Meredith sighed lightly, "Should I call you heartless or clear-headed?"
Maeve wasn't in a hurry to go to bed, chuckling, "Are you standing up for Julian? Don't worry, there's nothing between us, not even a shadow, besides, I think you should worry about me more."
The air was filled with the fresh scent of milk, Meredith stirred a cup of hot milk with a spoon, "Worry about you for what? I've never seen you sad over a breakup."
"Uh-huh," Maeve pulled out a chair and sat down, speaking nonchalantly, "Julian is way more clear-headed than I am. Whether I could pursue him is still questionable."
