START AGAIN — p, margaery

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]Maes could relate with that, though he was a bit hesitant now, with all that had happened to him. Usually he was eager to meet and get to know people, but after certain events, he was a lot more cautious. A lot of the time he wasn't sure who could be trusted. But so far, his clan-mates didn't seem all bad. Being with such accepting people would hopefully help in him regaining his confidence. He wished he had kept it like Roy obviously had--though he wasn't tormented by memories of his death, either.

He nods in understanding and pauses, overlooking his drawing so far. It just needed a background. A good blue sky would do. "Not much longer than you, it seems. A week or so, maybe? I was lucky to come across this group," he isn't sure if he wants to go into detail about what had happened when he had joined, so instead he steers the conversation onto something else. "Well, how'd you and Suite meet? You two seem to get on pretty well. It's really sweet, reminds me of-" he quickly cuts himself off before he mentions his wife, who wasn't really his wife anymore. She thought he was dead, after all. He tries to keep the smile, but his eyes have turned sad after nearly bringing it up.