She was glad to see the guilt leave his face, he had no reason to feel guilty. Especially not from following his heart. "Eh, it's not too much of a leap, she likes a lot of the same things you do. She's clearly an intelligent woman." That might have been a little cheeky, because Liberty had agreed, and Maryanne did know she had a little bit of a bias. "Plus the heart wants what it wants, and it will likely make you miserable if you deny that want. If anyone wants you to go through that kind if misery, I will fight them." Maybe she felt a little prideful that it was something she said that pushed him to make a move.
"Oh, you are absolutely not a terrible person. The questions you ask tell me you care enough to learn. Caring doesn't make you a terrible person, just because I have problems dealing with my emotions. It makes my gaping hole feel a little warm that you care." She joked a little, placing her hand over her heart. "Alexander, I would happily bore you to tears about every person that's been here that touched me in some way. Especially, Daryl, Clint and Tony... And Mitchell."
She snorted softly at his comment about 19 being put into perspective. "Oh, don't get me wrong, it's still fucking weird. I just can't outwardly project how weirded out I am because I don't want my kids, or yours, to feel rejected, or bad about it, in any sort of way. I've been here for ten years, and it doesn't get any less weird. If anything it's more weird now than it was when it first started happening, because they're now swapping places with their younger selves." She had to wonder if her older self still found it weird.
The thing that she had tried to do since he had got here was finally achieved. He was placed in that friend box. The one with 'no touchy' scrawled all over it. It wasn't quite the Steve Rogers box, but it was close enough. "Just a little, I think it's the gentleman in you, because most women get drunk easier than you." She chuckled softly.
Maryanne shrugged. "It could be, I hope it is at least more comfortable, but... Shepard is from 2186 and her military issue underwear is almost exactly the same. Don't ask how I know, I just know. The bottom half is easy, because whoever invented them was a god, or a goddess, because they're perfection, for the most part." She drew the basic shape of panties in the air with her fingers. "And when you see them, I suggest take them off with your teeth. Because if her knees aren't already jelly, they will be." She sat up straighter, twisting an arm behind her. It only took a second before she was dragging her bra out of the sleeve of her coat. She took the time to rehook they eyes on the back before she put it on the table. "Here, take that, wrap it around one of your pillows and practice taking it off. It is worse case scenario bra." Because it had five hooks on the back, but besides that it was black, lace and silk. "And also, that was lesson one as to why, if we ever drink and do karaoke again, that I can't wear a skirt. It makes it too easy to take the underwear off and fling it at the singer."