Dory was halfway convinced he was imagining this entire situation, or perhaps it was a dream? Try as he might, Dory couldn't remember the last time Maple had visited his flat. Before Winnie began staying for certain, which meant it'd been months since they last met anywhere other than a public setting. Had she decided to make the move he was always tempted to then? The line was always a rather obvious one to him, but maybe Maple was more like Winnie than he thought. Maybe they could fall into bed and still be friends in the morning, too.
Or, the more likely scenario, Maple was still entirely uninterested and simply visiting as a friend.
He took her cloak and hung it on the hook behind the door. "It's rather hot for - " Dory began to comment before seeing her grief stricken expression. Suddenly, it was as though he was transported back to that night with Winnie. A whiskey induced fury blazed through him, ready to maim whomever had hurt Maple.
Stepping forward, Dory enveloped her in a hug, petting her hair soothingly. "It's alright." He'd find out the specifics of what happened (and who to knock into oblivion) eventually, but for now she was in obvious need of comfort.
Or, the more likely scenario, Maple was still entirely uninterested and simply visiting as a friend.
He took her cloak and hung it on the hook behind the door. "It's rather hot for - " Dory began to comment before seeing her grief stricken expression. Suddenly, it was as though he was transported back to that night with Winnie. A whiskey induced fury blazed through him, ready to maim whomever had hurt Maple.
Stepping forward, Dory enveloped her in a hug, petting her hair soothingly. "It's alright." He'd find out the specifics of what happened (and who to knock into oblivion) eventually, but for now she was in obvious need of comfort.