[@Mister Thirteen]
Maddison listened attentively as Blake explained his schedule, her expression a plain, thoughtful one as she absorbed his words. It didn’t sound [i]too[/i] bad. Though she had to admit to herself at least a little bit of a concern. He had never been in her life and she was beginning to suspect that she knew why. Her mother rarely ever discussed him or their relationship. Her eyes remained intently trained on him, even as his eyes shifted away from her. 

A proper family. She smiled lightly, almost humored by the thought, but the smile quickly faded. Reaching out, she took a couch pillow into her arms, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Mhm.” As he sat back into the cushion, she exhaled softly. 

“I don’t have any other choice...” Maddison replied quietly, lightly brushing her fingers along the pillow’s fabric. “So, I do trust you.” She stated. After all, he was all that she had left. If she couldn’t trust him, what hope did she have. For a moment, she was quietly pensive. He had taken her into his home. She figured, he couldn’t be all bad. He deserved at least a chance, right? 

Even her mother trusted him at one point. Though, she wondered (now more than she ever had before), why didn’t they work out? Finally, she glanced up at him once more, as if searching for the answers in his face. If he wanted to work things out, then why didn’t he? If he wanted to be there, then why wasn’t he? Why didn’t she ever see his effort. She wanted to know answers. Wanting to ask but not wanting to cause any sort of upset. She swallowed dryly and averted her eyes. “So, what do you do then?” She asked instead. “For work.”