It was the kind of speech that would usually send Olivia running in the opposite direction from whoever was so rude as to give her some kind of misguided heart-to-heart. But she was stuck there on that bed, in Lita's apartment, at the UMCB. The distance between the hospital and the LBJ Library was barely anything for her to blink an eye at, but Maizie and the Oval Office seemed like, light years away just then.
"I do trust her," she said defensively. "Like, with so much. I like her so much." Maizie was probably the best thing she had going for her in her life, honestly, a thought that was both bolstering and frightening all at the same time. It was too much to bear on top of the whirlwind of emotions she was still coming down from, and the combination caused all of her worries and anxiety to burst out of her mouth without her intending them. "I just -- It seems super dangerous, you know? Needing someone that much or whatever? What if things -- She's not going to want to deal with this. She's not going to want to deal with me anymore now that I'm not --"
Olivia had a sudden uncharitable thought, then: what else, exactly, did Maizie have to do with her time these days? She frowned as she thought it, feeling terrible for it already, and took a deep breath. She needed to get ahold of herself. If she didn't, she could already tell that she was going to lose it all over again.
"Or maybe she is going to want to deal with it, but like. I can barely deal with it, how is she supposed to? It's not fair of me to put it all on her when it's not even her problem." She was talking in circles, practically, and the ache in her ribs was back again. Olivia cut herself off then, forcing herself to slow down and focus -- and then the realization hit her.
"Please don't tell Savannah about this," she said, glancing sideways and over at Lita, her eyes pleading. "I mean -- like, we're going to tell her, but I think Maizie wants to tell her herself, you know?"