"Mori..." Maven sighed, a look of shame on her face, "I'm sorry. You're right, it was an invasion of privacy. I apologize for that. That was why I didn't close the bag. I didn't want to pretend like I hadn't seen, it felt wrong to do that, to pretend like I didn't know. And I didn't want to keep up this charade of you being okay when there was clearly something wrong. I didn't want to sweep it under the rug. This... social dance of niceties and pleasantries where we dance around the truth... I hate it. I always have." At this point tears were pricking at Maven's eyes and she was holding herself, "It feel like I'm suffocating any time I have to play such games. I didn't... I don't want to do such things with you. And for the love of God I don't want to stop talking with you or stop being your friend! Again, I could just have closed the bag and distanced myself from you without all this if I wanted to! But I don't! I... I still want to be your friend. And I hope you still want to be mine, despite my transgression tonight..."