Some Bridges Burn

    Maeve seemed almost disappointed he was walking her home, but Marshall only shook his head, growing a little suspicious. What was she afraid of? Was she hiding a Reaper in her basement or something? Unlikely. But she had said it was personal, hadn't she?

    As the unhappy yelling reached his ears, a deep frown settled upon his face. Was somebody drinking? In this sort of neighborhood? Marshall's gaze shifted left and right to see if any kids were around. It shouldn't be like this. Not in Sunnybrae. Only half aware of Maeve leaving Marshall didn't even utter goodbye, to focused on pinpointing the yeller. If there was a dispute going on, he should call someone shouldn't he?

    But of course, Maeve made directly for the yelling. Was that her father? Unfortunate. "This day just gets better and better." he sung in a sarcastic manner, too quietly for his little audience to hear. Following along, Marshall stopped when he reached her yard, hands buried uncomfortably in his pockets.

    Loitering against the edge of their property, he simply watched the scene unfold. Marshall made not attempt to liberate Maeve, acting as though he weren't even there. But he should say something, shouldn't he? Reluctantly making his way towards the man, Marshall thrust out a hand clearly aware the man might have the decency to accept his handshake and let go of his daughter.

    "You must be Maeve's father. Pleased to meet you sir, I'm Marshall Legend." His name wasn't likely to do any good, but Marshall simply tried to keep talking, hoping it would diffuse the situation. "I noticed you appear to be a little distressed, is there anything else I can assist you with?" This was, of course, the moment he prayed her father would tell him to go mind his own and as long as he wasn't a danger to the community, Marshall could just go home and not be a bother to anyone else.

    "Daddy, please, just come inside, I'm home now," She said in a loud whisper. He was beginning to hurt her wrist, grasping so other wrist so firmly. "I can get you some water and it'll be good, it'll be great even, we could watch a movie?" She rambled. Maeve cringed a bit before whipping her head around to see Marshall, looking both scared and embarrassed, falling silent.

    Her father didn't say anything to Maeve, swaying silently until he heard Marshall as well. He then released her, frowning and turning his attention to Marshall. "You can get the hell off of my property," He spat at Marshall aggressively. "Maeve, get inside. We don't need to converse with... With strangers," He growled, taking a swig of his liquor again.

    Maeve rubbed her wrist, her glossy gaze switching back and forth between her father and Marshall. She opened her mouth but thought better of it, forcing a weak smile in Marshall's direction in a sort of silent thanks for trying to help. She then turned and made her way back inside, her father following close behind her.

Marshall didn't expect any less of an answer from Maeve's father. Giving the drunk man and his daughter a small nod, Marshall retreated to the edge of the street. Like a persistent puppy, he remained there until Maeve and her father had disappeared inside. Deciding against making a phoneacall, Marshall sauntered all the way back East. Thoughts of Maeve and her drunk father heavily occupied his mind, though he didn't turn back.