If Maeve Lane doesn't wait for him, then he'll wait for her.
As long as she gives him a chance.
"You can like Julian Fairchild, why can't you like me?" Henry Hughes spoke his heart, his eyes dim, "I'm not ugly, right... What exactly do you like about him?"
"I don't like him anymore." Maeve Lane answered quickly, but as she said it, the scene of touching the tail ring earlier reappeared in her mind.
She frowned slightly, but Julian Fairchild's face lingered incessantly in her mind.
"Really?"
Henry Hughes chuckled lightly, and a long silence spread between them.
"Then, can I stay with you?" He spoke again, no longer with the hopeful look from before, his back to Maeve Lane, making it impossible for her to see his expression, "I just asked the doctor, and it's best to have someone with you during this time."
Maeve Lane said, "Meredith can stay with me, there's no need..."
"Does she know about your illness too?"
No.
