It's a way of life that strikes her as draining. A daily fight against a hunger he can never fully satisfy. She doesn't send another text but gently holds what she wants to say in her mouth until she makes it home; until the door is shut with a soft click and she finds her way to him to loop her arms around him, pulling him toward her whether he's sitting or standing. She smells like the summer heat.

"You are amazing," There's a firmness to her statement as if it were an undeniable truth. Mayerling walks a hard path in life, one he's chosen to commit to, and he's worked hard to succeed. There is something deeply admirable about that, especially for someone who is prone to taking a leap based on her emotions and current desires. He is so consciously aware of everything he does. Her hold on him tightens, "Have you had any issues here?"

She remembers the agreement he had with D. Although she's never once worried that he would lose control (his self-control will astound her into infinity), she knows it's something he worries over. It's something she should have asked after sooner.