After Maya had stormed out of the principal's office, she quickly decided to get her things together. She had entered the band room only to find that all of the instruments were put away. Her guitar was back in its case and all of her music sheets were tucked neatly in the folders Maya had made for the band. A rush of gratitude for Grace and Jonah swelled up in Maya's heart.

She had been doing a bit of thinking after the anxiety had gotten the better of her, and saw Jonah's words as more constructive now and less like an attack. Despite the blunt and sometimes hurtful way he delivered his words, they were almost always true. Grace had been the one to find Miles out in the first place- Maya felt as if she could truly trust her.

Maya's head wasn't the same, despite the time she had to collect herself. She was still off her meds -had been for hours- and it was taking a toll on her more mentally than physically. Her heart seemed to hurt and tears would sometimes spring into her eyes for what seemed to be no reason at all. Expecting it was the withdrawal, Maya didn't know it would ever feel this horrible. Her brain felt like it was constantly buzzing.

Making note to bring this up on her next therapy session, Maya grabbed her guitar from the music room and the folders with her notes in it, figuring that she could at least make her time at home productive. Once she calmed herself down, she could maybe spin out some song lyrics.

Still a bit out of it, Maya crashed into a tall figure the second she exited the music room. Her guitar fell from her arms and all of the papers scattered around the floor. Maya looked at the papers for a moment and then back at Miles Hollingsworth who had knocked into her, and burst into tears, covering her face with her hands and walking into the band room.

Perplexed, Miles's eyes followed her inside. Clearly trying to handle the situation with some care, he bent down and began to gather all of her papers together, slipping them back into the designated folders. Maya continued to cry, the tears leaking from her eyes at an almost unstoppable rate.

Looking straight at him, her eyes blazed. "This is all your fault!"

Miles's eyes widened slightly, looking down at the guitar in a perplexed way before back at her tearful face. "How in the world did you manage to work this out to be my fault? I came looking for you and I figured you would probably be in the band room. I didn't bump into you on purpose-"

"Not that. My crying." Maya wiped quickly at the tears that were halfway down her cheeks, her eyes glistening. She had to take her glasses off for a moment and polish them. "You and your…your friend stole the medication that I needed. Now I'm getting all of these withdrawal symptoms, I'm crying every moment, and-" she faltered, her eyes still on Miles. Shaking her head, she made to exit through the door. "Oh, why am I telling you this? You're the one who helped steal them."

She grabbed the folder from Miles's arms, slung her backpack over her shoulder and picked up the guitar. Turning to face him, she had to tilt her head up just to see his face. "Can I have my pills please?"

Miles shook his head, raising his hand so he could speak. "Maya…I am not a thief. The crying out of nowhere, emotions flying off the handle, sadness that you can't seem to shake…you're clearly displaying all of the signs which is why you need to get more of your pills- and soon."

Maya's eyebrows scrunched up slightly at his profession, taking a step backwards from him. "What do you mean, 'I'm not a thief'? How can you even look me in the face and say that? I can't…what do you call going in my bag and taking something that isn't yours? Not honesty!" Maya's emotions were starting to fly off the handle just as Miles had said, and knowing he was right was only making her more irritated. She wanted nothing more than to go home, but suddenly that thought seemed very far away.

"I mean I didn't take those pills from you!" Miles let out a breath, his eyes widening earnestly as he locked eyes with Maya. His jaw tightened slightly and he averted his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck and looking almost guilty about his next words. "Esme was the one who took the pills. I assumed she had gotten them from home, or-"

"Yes, she must have gotten pills with the label saying 'Maya Matlin' at home" Maya interjected, her eyes narrowing as she tried to work out whether Miles was being truthful or not.

Patiently, Miles waited for her to finish speaking before continuing on. "…And I was desperate. See how you are right now? Moody, defensive, exhausted…yeah, I know it all. I've been there and that is exactly what is happening to you."

"So just give me back the pills." Maya let out an impatient breath, looking up at him in desperation to just get on with it so she could go home.

"I can't" he replied all in one breath, regret already blooming in his eyes at the words. His eyes scanned the music room as his mouth opened and closed before focusing back in on her, knowing he owed her an explanation. "I flushed them."

"What?!" Maya clapped a hand to her forehead, turning around so she could run her hands through her hair and process this information. Not only was she off her pills for the day, but she couldn't bring the bottle home and pop one and feel better again. It was a terrible empty feeling being away from the medication. "I can't…I need those pills! I am starting a band, I'm trying to get things done this semester and now everything's set back…" Her voice broke a little and she turned back to Miles accusingly.

"Alright, yeah, give me an earful then!" Miles gritted his teeth, looking to be in slight pain. "You're right, Maya. You know that? You are absolutely in the right and I am in the wrong- once again. Funny how some things never change. You are absolutely perfect and can do no wrong, while I fuck up left and right without any remorse. Fucking up is easy…and if you don't do it, you're clearly living up to your expectations better than I am."

Maya's hardened features had softened a little at his words, still clutching her folders tightly to her chest. Her lips twisted downwards ever so slightly as he let his words out. In a completely different circumstance, his words directed towards Maya could be considered a compliment- but she knew that wasn't what he was trying to do. "I'm not perfect!" She tried to get his attention again, noticing his eyes wandering around the room once more. Taking a step forward, she continued. "You know that, right?"

"Who are you kidding?" Miles's lips twisted into a wry smile as he shook his head. "Even when you're hopped up on…what was it, Prozac? Yes, even when you're hopped up on Prozac, you are absolutely in the right." His tone was dripping with sarcasm and a certain bitterness was stowed away behind it.

Shaking her head, Maya squeezed her eyes shut, steadying herself. "Stop."

He looked to the side before meeting her eyes again, letting out another dry laugh. "Stop what?"

"Making me out to be this perfect person!" Maya's tone grew gentler as she kept her eyes on his, her heart still beating a little quicker than usual. "I take those pills because I need them. Clearly a perfect person wouldn't be on Prozac, or…anything at all. Just because I'm in the right at the moment doesn't mean you're this terrible monster."

"I'm not? Then maybe you do not know me very well, Maya Matlin, because that's all I know how to be. All anyone sees me as. Terrible monster? Maybe not, but playing the part is only too easy when no one questions it. So tell me this- why are you questioning it?"

"Because…well, you said it yourself. Everyone thinks you're a certain way so it's easier to act like that. Miles, I know." Maya had picked up on this behavior months ago and hadn't forgotten. "I've seen that you can be good, you are good…you just make mistakes."

"This conversation is getting altogether too personal for me, and that is not what I intended" was Miles's response as he raised his hands in the air, signaling that he was not about to open up anymore. Maya hesitated but nodded her head. If this was months ago, she would have pushed him until he had admitted what was wrong, but she was exhausted and he was too. She made a mental note to check up on him now and then though- she wasn't going to completely ignore him after this.

"Okay…fine. But what am I supposed to do about my pills?"

He let out a slow breath, the fire in his eyes calming a little as his eyes rested on hers. He stayed like this for a moment before sliding his hand into his pocket, grabbing his wallet. "How much are they?"

Maya raised an eyebrow at this offer, the folders still tight against her body. "I can pay for my own pills."

"I know you can" he responded simply, snapping the wallet open before closing it again and pocketing it. "It's the least I can do, just…stop being stubborn for once and let me buy you the pills. You seem to forget that I'm a billionaire sometimes, this is really nothing."

She nodded her head, sighing slightly. "Fine. Okay, I won't fight you on this because I need the pills quickly. You can buy them for me. They're one-hundred for a month's worth of them." It felt odd talking about her pill dosage with Miles Hollingsworth of all people. Despite knowing her extremely well, he was still quite in the dark to her personal anxieties. Most of the time she had been helping him instead of the other way around. "But Miles? Why did you need my pills in the first place?"

Miles's eyes didn't convey anything in them as he responded. "It's not your problem. I can get you your pills back and we can put this behind us, act like it never happened…like you said, you have better things you're doing."

"They're not 'better things' if I'm doing them instead of helping you" she responded, her eyebrows lowering a little in defiance. "I am not going to stand here and act like I didn't just have this entire conversation with you! You clearly need some kind of help if you're taking my pills, and…that's okay. Pills are okay, maybe you can get some of your own."

At this suggestion, Miles simply looked embarrassed. He glanced down at the ground before making eye contact with her once more, shaking his head at once. "Maya, this is not your problem. I'm fine."

"You're fine." She repeated this phrase, defiance still blazing in her eyes. "Am I really supposed to believe that?"

"No, I'm…not perfectly alright, but it's manageable. Esme is helping me. Therapy is helping me. I really don't want to discuss this any further, so…can I give the pills to you tomorrow?"

Maya opened and closed her mouth, fighting the internal struggle to argue against everything he was saying. He couldn't be fine, obviously if he was desperate enough to take pills that weren't his, he wasn't fine… His family problems had to be still alive and well- she wasn't going to believe that everything was patched up nicely after the summer. She knew he was still struggling, she could feel it inside of her, reflecting in sadness of her own. "Yeah, okay. I think I can hold out until then, especially because I'll be at home."

"Yeah?" He nodded his head, taking in these words. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to cause you any harm…"

"Miles, it's okay." Maya knew now that Miles had been desperate, he needed the pills possibly more than she did. It definitely put things in perspective for her. "But if you steal from me again, I won't be so forgiving. Where um…do you want to meet?" She met his eyes again, biting the inside of her lip. It had been a long time since the two of them had gone anywhere together. "I don't really…oh, actually I'll be at The Dot during lunch break tomorrow. Zig and I have this date, and…" she broke off a little, noticing Miles's indifferent expression.

"Do you?" He nodded his head, his eyebrows raising. "So you two are still together. Good-good job, good for you."

A little confused, Maya's eyebrows knit together and she nodded slowly. "Yeah, why wouldn't we be?" She bent down to pick up her guitar, letting out a breath. "So um, I guess I'll see you there? You don't have to feel awkward or anything, it's not like you're intruding on our date-"

Miles cut her off instantly. "Oh, no need to worry about that. I have a date of my own…yeah, Esme and I are…well, we're something. I wouldn't worry about it."

She nodded at this statement slowly, having assumed from the start that Esme and Miles were only friends. She didn't know why his last words were repeating in her head over and over- maybe it was just strange to see Miles pursuing someone else. She had grown used to his love for her and it almost didn't feel right this way. Shaking her head quickly, Maya quickly shamed herself for these thoughts- since she had moved onto Zig, it would only make sense that Miles would eventually do the same. "Oh, that's great. I hope you two have fun."

"Oh, without a doubt" was his response, nodding his head sharply. "I'll see you then?"

"See you then."