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Cami hadn't gotten to say goodbye to Otto and she was trying to be okay with that. Sometime between going into the bedroom to pack, getting sidetracked (willingly) by Maebe while packing, and coming out of the bedroom...he'd just gone. She was trying not to let it squeeze around her heart, trying not to let the sorrow of that lack of goodbye beat her into submission. She had a girlfriend still...she thought. Insecurities had cropped up inside of the blonde-tipped redhead that she hadn't felt in so long that she was almost awkward with them.

When had she learned to stop hiding? Where had that wall gone? Had Otto and Maebe really torn it away so completely? She was trying to rebuild and finding that they'd even hauled away the slag.

Perhaps she was being a little dependent now. A smidge clingy. Angry when dealing with anyone not her family or her lady-love. Cami had made an effort that day to get cleaned up, brushing out her unevenly-growing mane of red curls and putting on a bright nylon dress that clashed horribly with equally bright leggings. She looked like a train wreck of color and loved it.

Lifting a hand she rapped lightly on Maebe's door. "Maebe baby, let me in."

Cami had thrown herself into the black hole, the maelstrom, whatever it was Maebe wanted to consider herself these days. Honestly black hole was almost an improvement over broken doll. There was more to her than just the idea of a doll, a toy to be dressed up and played with, let alone a broken one. There was nothing broken about the beautiful blonde who had reached out to capture Cami's heart so unexpectedly.

If asked, Cami would have said that Maebe was the breaker. Not the broken. A black hole was so dense, so full of matter (and mattering to others) that it was impossible to escape the pull. The allure. Maebe was using the metaphor to consider herself a crushed, dead thing. If Cami had heard it she would have expounded on how there was no leaving Maebe because she was just that irresistible. She would have found picture after picture of stars stretched out around the edges of black holes.

Mimsy might even have helped!

Looking down at the seemingly-random heaps of cosmetics she frowned before biting it back and trying a smile instead. You had to always smile. Otherwise you lost people. Lost Otto. ********. Fingers clenched into a fist before she loosened it and knelt to press a soft kiss to her girlfriend's cheek. "Missed you."

Distraction?! Immediately alarmed eyes flicked towards Maebe's neck and wrists looking for the telltale rope burns and bruises that signaled a dangerous distraction. Seeing nothing but old ones that were healing, or healed entirely, a part of her relaxed. The rest of her was still strung too tight, spun more and more tense as she looked at dull blue eyes and thought of the other pair she'd seen in such a way. Fear, anger, pain all stabbed through her gut.

The unexpected kiss soothed some of that but not enough. Leaning in she pressed in for a warmer, more lingering kiss expecting to feel the rush of emotion that usually came with such a gesture between them. That inexplicable something that had kept them together so far. It was there but it was faint, so faint as to barely be registered except on the scale of Cami's hopes and dreams.

Brushing lovely golden hair back from a gorgeous ivory face the brown-skinned beauty tried again. "What kind of distraction?"

When had she stopped being comforting? It was the single question that plagued Camille over and over again. Where had she failed that the two people she loved, that she would have done anything to make happy, had to do things so incredibly drastic to forget? Once it had been enough to hold them close, to love them, and wrap them up in that excess of emotion she'd been born with. What had happened that it wasn't enough now?

Bowing her head she nonetheless let Maebe's hair spread across her shoulders as the young woman all but buried her face in ample cleavage. Fingers skimmed through all that lustrous wealth as she tried again to be a comfort to her sweetheart. "On his own? I don't think Otto will move from his couch ever again if it's left up to him." Fingers tilted Maebe's chin so that their eyes met. "But I don't intend to let him stew forever. It's bad for everyone." She hadn't promised to leave him alone. Just leave his apartment when he asked.

She could stand outside the door and shout his name until he let her in. It worked rather well and she had more than enough hot air to put towards it. "I want to make it okay again."