Remaining in the kitchen was a decision Maggie now regretted. Percy meant more to her than some aggressive screw on her kitchen floor. The few comforts they thought to arrange were going to have to be sufficient, though, for Maggie sincerely doubted there would be an immediate repeat. They were going to have to have a conversation about what this all meant and where they now stood.

But, Maggie wasn't willing to disrupt the silence with awkward questions before either of them had the chance to process. Instead, Maggie remained still against him, her arm draped losely across his chest. Soon — sooner than she'd like — they were going to have to stand and dress or risk being diiscovered by Victoria.

She allowed the silence to linger a short while. Occasionally, her hands would tighten around him or she would shift further against him. However, the silence could only last so long. Eventually someone (Maggie) had to break it. "Are you alright? I didn't think about your leg..." She quietly asked as she moved to look up at him.