When Ezra asked for Romeo and Juliet, Marta smiled and nodded. Walking out into the family room, she went over to the shelf that contained the Baer's books. There wasn't many, though it has grown in past few weeks. Whenever Marta and Ezra would go into the bookshop they use to meet by, occasionally they would buy a second-hand book. Mostly Shakespeare's works, Ezra fell in love with his written word. She walked into the room, and saw the mess she left of her clothes, so she quickly went to tidy them up. As she did, she heard Ezra whimper and Marta quickly stopped what she was doing. She went over and stood, hovering over the bed, ready to help him if he needed it. Hearing his words, she frowned. 

"I don't understand" she said, feeling a little hurt, "I know my mind has been preoccupied lately, but I.. how.. why do you think that?" 

Marta thought she made things very clear how she felt, and what she was willing to do for him. She sat down on the bed, wanting to be close to him. Was she physically distant? She was always just trying to be cautious about his sore body, but before the attack, she felt like she could never keep her hands off of him. Is that what he meant? Or did he mean straying away emotionally? To be fair, she could say the same to him. Maybe he wasn't straying, but he definitely swayed his emotions. One moment, he will confess his love and tell her he wants to marry her, but the next he won't even return an "I love you". She knew it wasn't that he didn't love her, she felt that deep down, but sometimes she felt like he was pulling her closer and the next pushing away. She assumed it was a battle of brains versus heart. But it mentally exhausted Marta.

"Ezra, I need you to tell me, what do you want from me?" She knew it was a broad question, but she had to understand. Sometimes it felt like the things she said or does were the wrong things. She upsets him even more, and she didn't want him upset. Marta had been stubborn in the beginning, not listening to Ezra's wishes, and maybe he resented her for that. She dug their graves for them. But now that she felt they were on the same boat, at least in her mind, she wanted to work together. The would never survive if they were constantly on opposite ends of the spectrum.