Maddy sank onto the couch, elbows resting on her knees. She was so glad that technically today was moving day, and she wouldn't have to perform tonight. Her brain felt like a high-performance engine. It ran and ran all the time, and between their nightly shows, and Isaac trying to help her expand her abilities, it was more than likely she was in a burnout. She looked up as he left the room, and noticed the scars on his back. Her brows furrowed together, they looked old. And bad. But she held her tongue.
She took the offered cup and saucer, turning as he'd suggested. "It's been a long time since a man brushed my hair," she told him, smiling slightly. "I had an ex who loved doing it. I also lose all filter when I'm tired, you have been warned."