[Lefou huffed indignantly, quick to clamber back to his feet with a click clack of his shoes against the floor, trotting after Maui like a pup (it was familiar enough, something twisted in his chest).

But he stopped on the stairs at the implication. To hear it said as plainly as that slapped him silent for a good few seconds. He...should have known it, honestly, he did know it deep down, or at least hoped for it. In the same deep place where he hid the knowledge that if something happened to Maui there would be no coming back for him.

All the same, there had been only two purposeful murders. Not...counting whatever the hell had happened the night that Wander and Sylvia died.]

If you think someone wants to hunt you down like that, then why are you doing this? [His voice was small. If Maui was still so sure that someone or something wanted to hurt him, then why was he patrolling by himself at all?] If someone saw you out here, then they would know exactly where I was and that I was vulnerable anyway. At least if we're together, I'll be prepared to fight.

...The problem with two beds together is that it feels even emptier without the man - demi-god - I love to share it with me.