Love me. Scott frowned, trying to get the thought out of his mind. Love me the way you did.
I want it. Give it to me.
Ana smiled at him, as he pushed food around on his plate.
The kids ate quietly, a calm, even silence.
But Scott was in turmoil. He kept thinking of it. The way she was with him before.
He hadn't realized how far she was. But when he was broken, she was so close. She was right there. Touching him, loving him, with a closeness that was now nonexistent.
He frowned, scooting his chair closer to Ana, who didn't glance up.
Look at me. Love me. Possess me.
But she didn't respond to his thoughts, instead just eating in quiet contentment.
"You're changing," he said finally, setting his fork down.
Everyone looked up at him. He purses his lips. Right. The children.
"Elaborate," Ana said simply.
"It's just...before, you were...you were different. When everything happened."
Ana sighed, setting her own fork down. "Do you doing me difficult to talk to?"
"Yes."
"Cold and aloof?"
"...A little."
She smiled. "And before, I was warm, and loving, caring?"
He nodded.
Ana looked at him. "Don't you understand? I'm mimicking your personality. You're talking to yourself. So if you don't like it, you'll have to change what I see."
Scott's eyes widened, as he stared down at the table.
"Honestly, do you think a narcissist like you would just choose to care about me? You like me because most of the time, you're just interacting with yourself," she explained.
He frowned, looking up at the children. He grabbed Ana's hand, pulling her into the living room. "Why would you do that?"
"Because I don't have a personality anymore. The drugs took that away. All I can do now is mirror the people around me," she shrugged.
He shook her gently. "That's nonsense. You're nothing like me. You're a good person. And you're so sweet. And loving. Calm, and graceful. You're not like me at all. Don't ever say that-"
She stared at him blankly, before laughing. "Okay. Okay, I'm kidding. I was just riling you up," she took her face between her hands, making him soften. "Calm down, Scott."
He held her wrist gently. "I'm calm."
She smiled. He looked between her pupils. "New drugs?" He asked.
She just grinned, stroking his face. "You know you're really just a big baby. Aren't you?"
He shook his head, his cheeks going red. "No I'm not,"
She shook his head gently, a small smile on her face. "Oh you're a cutie."
"Tell me again," he whispered. "About you loving me."
She snorted softly. "I love you,"
"Do you really? As much as before? As much as when I wasn't myself." He pleaded.
"Even more." She promised.
He smiled, leaning into her palm. He sighed in relief.
"You love me?"
"I love you."
He smiled. "Enough to lock me up?"
She cocked her head.
"Well? Would you make me your prisoner?" He urged.
"That's a little..."
He frowned. "Would you keep me hostage? Take advantage of me when I'm weak? Drug me and never let me out your sight?"
"That's not...love. That's-"
"But you did before. I want what you did before. You looked at me like that. I want you to love me like that, like before." He begged her, desperately.
She looked down. "I thought I was-no I was hurting you."
"It's okay," he smiled. "I like when you hurt me. I like when your love hurts. My love hurts you a little too, right?"
She nodded. He grinned, holding her hands to her face.
She pulled away slightly, but was unable to move. She glanced up finding him staring down at her intensely. That look.
She looked down quickly.
"Where are you going?" He whispered.
"I...nowhere."
He paused, holding her hands tighter. "I didn't need this before. Remember? You did this to me. I would've never known I needed it. You can't take it away now, Morgana."
She looked back up at him, feeling his probing gaze.
He grinned when their eyes met, his head shifting to the side slightly, his hair covering his eye.
She tucked it behind his ear.
"Right... maybe you're right, Scott."
"I don't feel well, Ana," he said softly, moving her hand to his forehead. "I think I have a fever."
Scott looked at her hopefully. She sighed, smiling. "Yes, I think you do."
He grinned. "Then...can you take care of me, Ana? Till I feel better?"
