Maggie was completely disarmed, and stood in silent awe as Boston loomed before her naked in the literal and metaphoric sense. Something profound was happening, it seemed,  though she couldn't give a name to it. No one had ever approached her with comparable self compromising honesty, and she definitely hadn't expected Boston to be the first.<br/><br/>She was overcome with the human instinct to compensate with self-assuredness and comfort when met with the distress of another. That impulse swallowed up her own hurt, for better or worse. She raised a hand and cupped the back of his wet head, leaning into his brow.<br/><br/>"Hey, don't worry. Everything's going to be fine." She said lowly, stroking the base of his skull with her thumb. "You promised me it would be worth it, remember? Well it would hardly be worth it if cost me one of the few things keeping sane on this long, slow train wreck. Just relax, take your time. I'm definitely not going anywhere. My contract is ironclad." She smirked at the trace of dark humor.