[closed] There's a million things I haven't done

[slipshot]

WHO: Gavin and Maxwell
WHAT: trouble in paradise
WHEN: NOWISH basically after Gavin visits Galadriel
WHERE: Location
NOTES: There's gonna be a FIGHT.

It was in the deepest part of the night - the moon had set but there were still hours before the sun rose, and despite the fact that the air was growing warmer in general, it was still bitterly cold when the wind blew strong. Running through the courtyard chilled him right to the bone, but once he made it into the hall, and into the gardens, the wind had at least stopped.

It didn't mean he was any warmer.

He found Maxwell tucked in a little closet off of the garden, and shook him awake.

"Maxwell - Maxwell, I need to talk to you --"

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[slipshot]

"There's nothing to do," he mumbled miserably, his eyes falling to his feet.

"I can't - I can't change anything. I never have been able to."

[serannas]

"What is it that you're trying to change?" she asked, turning her head to look at him stare at his feet. She moved her other hand over to touch his arm above the wrist, giving him all the support she could. In the past, she'd failed to do that, and she hoped that whatever he had to say wasn't something she couldn't support him on. She wanted to, but sometimes Gavin got ideas in his head -- about running away, about drastic actions -- and it was frustrating.