Complicated.
Things were complicated, and that's the only way to explain them. They're close, closer than Fitz and I at times. He smiles at her, scolds her, and at other times I wonder how close they've become. He loves her, he's told me in few words that he loves her and that scares me. If it scares me then I know it scares him, and he's going to find a reason to not love her. I remember hearing him say those words when he thought they were alone.
You don't fix me.
Hadn't Fitz told me the same thing. In a different context but it was the same, and not the same. And that's why things were complicated. No one could understand what those two had found, and I didn't want to dive too far but it was more than love and deeper than sex, and that was frightening. They were intimate without touching, and I worried about Huck and Quinn. They both were very complicated, had they crossed a line they shouldn't? I know she loves him too, she doesn't have to say it because it's all over her. His words mean the world to her and they have the power to break her, does he know that? Is he aware of the power he holds over her? She would go over the edge for me, but I know she would do the same for Huck just as quickly if not quicker. If he asked or even hinted that he wanted something more than friendship, or that he felt something deeper than mutual respect, she would fall right into his hands as if she's not already there. As if I haven't seen the looks he gives her, and the way she stares at him. It's complicated.
They're complicated and they need me. But honestly, I don't know what to make of them. When that line is crossed even I won't be able to save them. They're toeing that line dangerously, just as I toed that line, ignoring the what ifs and the odds against them. I worry about them both, I worry that he will break her with a few words, or that she will break him by giving up on him. Quinn has more faith in Huck than I do and I didn't think that was possible. But faith can only take you so far and this wasn't a fairytale and they were unlikely characters to have a happy ending. Happy endings were already rare and the odds were stacked against them. He was no mayor and she was no jam maker. They were gladiators and eventually gladiators were forced to fight each other. I hoped that didn't happen and that when it came that they would sort their feelings out. The very complicated feelings.
He won't even look at her. He won't sit next to her. His eye contact is limited, but I see those brief moments when his eyes look at her taking in the moments where she's busy, thinking too hard, not noticing the way he misses her. If we weren't friends, and I didn't know him, I would assume he was just glancing but it was more than that. She gives him the same looks except she doesn't care, if it was possible to care less she would. Her adoration for Huck is so pure and naked, it's frightening. Is he ready for that? Is she ready for him? The only man that's made her light up like a hundred watt light bulb by saying good morning, and the only woman that can understand him and crack the surface of what Huck is and understand him. I see it. I can see it so plainly. If I wasn't in the same space? If I wasn't struggling the same way I would chalk it up to me being nosy. No, they were unknowingly in love, and that was complicated.
They were complicated.
When everything else was obvious, they were complicated.
It was my job to figure this out and I got the funny feeling I was running out of time.
Author's Note: Ran out of reasonable prompts so I wrote something, hopefully you enjoyed it from Olivia's POV.