Martaugh sits at his desk, his brow furrowed in thought. Aria enters the room, her expression a mix of nervousness and anticipation.
Martaugh: Aria, we need to talk.
Aria: (hesitant) About what?
Martaugh: About us. About what we're doing.
Aria: (sighs) Martaugh, I know it's complicated, but--
Martaugh: Complicated? Aria, it's more than complicated. It's wrong. What we're doing, sneaking around behind Mary's back... it's not fair to her.
Aria: (defensive) I know that, Martaugh. But you and I... we have something special. Something we can't ignore.
Martaugh: (frustrated) I know, Aria. Believe me, I know. But every time I look at Mary, every time I see the hurt in her eyes... I can't help but feel like a monster.
.Aria: (softly) You're not a monster, Martaugh. You're just... human. We both are.
Martaugh: (sighs) Maybe. But that doesn't make what we're doing right. We're betraying her trust, Aria. And I don't know if I can live with that.
Aria: (reaching out to him) Martaugh, I understand how you feel. But what we have... it's real. And I'm not ready to give it up.
Martaugh: (looking into her eyes) Neither am I, Aria. Neither am I.
They share a lingering gaze, the weight of their shared desires hanging heavy in the air.