So, Soul who has years experience running interference for Maka. Soul who has endured Spirit's over exuberant ass drooling all over himself to get just within touching distance of his Meister.
And Soul who makes it his fuckin job to keep him just out of reach. Soul who lets Spirit curse and take swipes at him and drool all over himself drunk and cry and whine and make a fuckin public scene trying to get Maka's attention.
Even though he HATES it. Hates all the attention, dramatics, and public spectacle. If Maka doesn't call him off then he's on guard dog duty.
And then Soul's brother comes to town.
Wes is so many of the things Maka hates. He's successful, pompous, mildly condescending in that back handed almost complimentary way. He's well known in enough circles to draw attention. Not loud but certainly not quiet. He's charming, restrained, flashy.
He has a steady girlfriend he seems mostly uninterested in and a rotation of replacements should the need arise. He's obviously just the kind of man that's going through the motions and has more careful curated work appropriate stories in him than actual personality.
And more than anything, he wants a relationship with Soul.
Soul who doesn't really have any family except for her and Blackstar. Soul who is struggling hard in the wake of the Moon. Soul who's always on edge. Always prepared for the next threat. Soul who can't even sleep through the night anymore. Soul who's spending more time than ever attached to her elbow.
So Maka steps up. She invites Wes over for tea and sits between them. She keeps the conversation flowing when Soul is in one of his usual quiet moods.
Maka who knows exactly what information Soul will tolerate her sharing with his brother. Maka who has no problem forcing Soul into proximity with his brother and even less of a problem telling Wes when it's time for him to leave.
Maka who shows up to plans when Soul's too sad to get out of her bed. And listens to Wes get a little drunk and cry about his brother. She isn't even sure why she does it. Only that she knows Soul has done the same thing with her dad and if Soul did it then it must be the correct course of action.
Wes who uproots his entire life and rents a room he works remotely out of so that he can be in his brother's life.
And Wes who already feels so familiar with Maka that talking to her is too easy after the first couple of interactions. Wes who wastes days speaking to Maka while looking at Soul. But doesn't mind. Wes who actually really likes Maka.
The "partner" his brother needs. The kind of person that clearly struggles socially, but perhaps opposite to his brother. The kind of person that doesn't even need to look at Soul to read his reactions. That steps in front of him like that's where she belongs. Feet apart, ready to tackle any threat.
Maka who knows exactly how much to push Soul. Who makes decisions for his benefit, always. Who marches forward to tackle the "problem" of Wes and his brother's lack of a relationship and knows that Soul will follow right behind her. Like she can fix anything for him with just the power of her determination.
And Wes who finally understands, why Soul lives just behind her.
Soul who's coward behind Gran's skirts and corners and the legs of the baby grand. Soul who's always shrunk into himself like he was desperate to disappear into a shell that wasn't there.
Soul who has a shell made of fucking demon steel now and Maka who reminds him that he doesn't have to live in it. That she'll always be there to spot the danger before it gets to them.
Maka who takes on the job of parting the crowd so soul can relax into the empty space behind her.
Maka who's carried Soul through school and lead him through example and through force into being the half way capable young man he is now. Maka who supported and protected Soul. When everyone else in his life had failed to.
Maka who's fiercely loyal to his brother. With an iron will and an unyielding power in her eyes.
And Soul who repays that with everything in him. Soul who follows her lead. Soul who never did a thing he was told his whole childhood, and now he moves where she wants him without needing to be told. Soul who scowls and glares and sits silent and stewing but follows right behind her.
Soul who sits down to do his homework like it's routine. Soul who makes diner on odd days of the month. Soul who silently takes her stack of books just before they're accosted by friends. Soul who lives just behind her shoulder until the moment someone comes by shouting her name, then he's standing between them, all his tall lanky body unraveling to tower over the person. Soul who drives her everywhere they go and drags himself out to every hang out and brunch with Wes.
Soul who's entire life revolves around making sure Maka is taken care of. And Maka who's entire life revolves around making sure both of them are suceeding.
And Wes who gets to know his brother, not as the cowardly underachieving little boy but as the steady, loyal, unbelievably brave young man who's dedicated his life not to fighting. not to politics. certainly not to music. But to the small handful of people who've made him a priority.
Maka who has figured out what's important to Soul, friends, peace, and the endless journey of finding himself, and has made all of those priorities in her careful curated life plan.
Soul who's clearly learned his drive and confidence from her. And Maka who's clearly learned her loyalty and care from him.
And Wes is just so fuckin grateful to her. Grateful that she's chosen to take care of his brother all this time. Grateful that she thinks him reconnecting with Soul is worthwhile. Grateful that she's securing Soul a life and career that he finds fulfilling. Grateful that she's....dedicated.
Grateful that she's sitting on a sticky bar stool in a place where the bartender knows her by name but keeps sending sideways glances at her like he can't believe she's there. She's sipping on a soda and staring blankly ahead but still listening to Wes. She cares about what he's saying. Cares about the childhood stories he's telling. cares about his genuine feelings for his brother. Cares about Soul enough to be here without him. Enduring this night. Enduring Wes' blubbering.
And for once. He really doesn't care about what anyone else thinks of him. He doesn't care that he's making a fool of himself. Doesn't care that he's begging this 20 something girl for something he has no right to ask for. All he wants is for Maka to continue to think he's worth her time. So that he can have the chance to change his life.
And in that moment, Wes has more in common with Soul than he has all their lives.