The three of them sprawled across Maeve's worn sectional couch, surrounded by the debris of their takeout dinner—empty Thai food containers, crumpled napkins, and three nearly-empty bottles of cheap wine they'd convinced a senior from their physics class to buy for them. The television played some mindless reality show neither of them was watching, just background noise to fill the silence of Maeve's too-empty home.
It had started as a celebration dinner—the Constellation Institute proposal was moving forward, classes were manageable, and for once they weren't dealing with kidnapping attempts or interdimensional crises. But somewhere between the Pad Thai and the second bottle of wine, the conversation had taken a turn.
(voice quiet, looking at her wine glass) Can I tell you guys something? Something I haven't really said out loud before?
Priya and Ji-woo exchanged glances. There was a vulnerability in Maeve's voice they rarely heard—their fearless precognitive leader who always saw the path forward suddenly sounding uncertain.
Of course. What's wrong?
I'm... I'm desperately lonely. And I know that sounds stupid because I have you guys, my sisters, and we're closer than most people ever get with anyone. But it's not the same. I live in this three-bedroom mobile home all by myself, and at night when you're both gone, it's just... empty. So empty it echoes.
(reaching for Maeve's hand) You're not stupid. You lost your parents when you were sixteen. You've been alone longer than either of us. That kind of loneliness... it makes sense.
(laughing without humor) It's not just that kind of loneliness, Priya. I miss... I miss having a boyfriend. Male companionship. I've been sexually active since I was seventeen—nothing crazy, just a couple relationships in foster care—and I miss having that. The intimacy. Someone to wake up next to. Someone whose shoulder I can lean on that's not... (gestures at them) my sisters.
The confession hung in the air between them, heavy with implications neither Priya nor Ji-woo wanted to examine too closely.
Ji-woo shifted uncomfortably, then drained the rest of her wine in one long swallow.
You know what? I get it. I miss having an occasional male companion too. Not the same way you're talking about, though. I prefer... one-night stands. Casual encounters. I'm not ready for a committed relationship, but sometimes a girl has needs, you know?
(voice sharp with concern) So are you going to just pick up some random guy at a bar? You're not even old enough to get in a bar, Ji-woo.
(grinning) When there is a will, there is a way, and I don't need to be in a bar to find someone. They usually find me. College campus, coffee shops, the gym. It's really not that difficult.
Priya turned to Maeve, her telepath's mind already racing through the implications of what both her sisters were saying. The fear was there, sharp and undeniable—that their perfect triad was about to fracture.
It sounds like you're not just looking for a boyfriend, Maeve. You're looking for a husband. What will that do to our triad? You're barely going to be twenty years old. You have plenty of time to find a guy. Maybe Ji-woo and I could move into your empty bedrooms so you won't be lonely.
Well, that would be great having my sisters here. I'd love that, actually. But there are certain... (pauses, choosing words carefully) services a boyfriend can offer that you can't, if you know what I mean. (looks directly at Priya) So what about you? How do you take care of your womanly needs?
Priya's face flushed deep red. She looked down at the floor, at her hands, anywhere but at her sisters' expectant faces.
(quietly) Well, I went on a few dates, but we never... it never got physical.
The silence that followed was deafening. Ji-woo's eyes went wide.
Priya! You mean you're a... you know?
(defensive) You guys act like that's a bad thing. I'm not saving myself... like for marriage... but I haven't found someone yet that I wanted to be intimate with, and right now I'm too busy with school, and Constellation, and it's hard finding a partner when you're psychic. It's complicated.
(laughing gently) It's not that complicated, sweetheart. We need to get you laid.
(laughing) Seriously! We should make it a mission. Operation: Priya Gets Some.
Priya just stared at her sisters, her expression caught between mortification and something that might have been anger.
(voice tight) I don't need your help. I'll do what I need to do when the time is right, but it's not that time yet.
The laughter had faded. The third bottle of wine sat between them, mostly empty. The conversation had grown quieter, more serious, weighted with things unsaid.
(voice soft) I'm sorry. We shouldn't have teased you like that. Your choices are your own, and they're valid.
It's fine. I know you weren't trying to be cruel. But can I ask you something? Both of you? (pauses) Are you scared?
Of what?
Of what happens to us. The three of us. If Maeve finds a husband. If Ji-woo keeps having casual encounters that might turn into something more. If I ever... if I ever find someone I can be with despite the telepathy. What happens to our triad?
The question settled over them like a shroud. Maeve's precognitive sense flickered, showing her fragments of possible futures—timelines where they grew apart, where they stayed close, where relationships complicated everything, where loneliness won.
I'm terrified. I can see futures where we lose each other, where bringing other people into our lives creates distance and resentment and jealousy. But I can also see futures where we all stay alone to preserve what we have, and in those futures we're... we're not happy, Priya. Any of us.
So what do we do? We can't just... put our lives on hold forever because we're afraid of change. That's not living. That's just existing.
(tears in her eyes) I can hear what you're both thinking right now. You're scared. Both of you. And so am I. We found each other in that mobile home park and it felt like... like coming home. Like finally finding the people who understand what it's like to be us. And now we're talking about potentially bringing other people into that, and it feels like betrayal even though I know it's not. It's just human. It's just wanting connection beyond what we have.
Maybe... maybe that's the answer. We acknowledge that it's scary. We acknowledge that bringing romantic partners into our lives will change the dynamic. But we also promise each other that the triad comes first. That no matter who we date or sleep with or marry, we're still sisters. Still Constellation's core team. Still each other's primary family.
I can agree to that. Triad first. Always. But we also need to be honest with each other. If someone's relationship is creating problems, we talk about it. No hiding, no pretending everything's fine when it's not.
(wiping her eyes, managing a small smile) And no teasing me about being a virgin.
(laughing) Well... we'll try. But seriously, Priya, when you're ready—if you're ever ready—we're here for you. No judgment, no pressure, just support.
I know. And the same goes for you. When you meet someone, I promise to give them a fair chance. Even if my telepathy tells me everything wrong with them.
Actually, that could be useful. Priya screens Maeve's potential husbands with her telepathy. I use my location sense to make sure they're not secretly married or living a double life. We're like the world's most invasive background check.
They laughed, the tension breaking slightly. But underneath the humor, they all felt it—the fundamental shift happening between them. They were acknowledging that their perfect triangle might become something more complex, more messy, more human.
Priya and Ji-woo stood on Maeve's front porch, preparing to walk back to their respective trailers. The night air was cold, sharp with the promise of late winter, but none of them seemed in a hurry to leave.
You know what? Move in with me. Both of you. We just negotiated autonomous status with the U.S. government—we can handle being roommates.
Are you serious? Because I would love to stop paying rent on my shitty one-bedroom with the leaky shower.
(hesitant) Would we... would we split the rent and utilities three ways? I mean, it's your home. Your parents left it to you.
It's paid for. They had life insurance that covered the mortgage. You'd just help with utilities and groceries. And honestly, I'd rather have you here for free than keep living alone. Consider it me being selfish—I need my sisters around.
(smiling) Okay. Yes. Let's do it. But we need ground rules. Like... what happens when one of us wants to have someone over? Do we need a code word? A sock on the door? A telepathic broadcast of 'stay away for the next few hours'?
(laughing) Oh my God, we're going to be the worst roommates. Three psychics trying to have private lives while living together. This is either genius or a complete disaster.
Probably both. But at least we'll be disasters together.
They stood there for a moment longer, three young women on the edge of adulthood, engineered for abilities they never asked for, bound together by something deeper than genetics or circumstance. The conversation about sex and relationships and loneliness had laid bare their vulnerabilities, but it had also reinforced something fundamental—whatever happened next, whoever they brought into their lives, they would face it as a triad.
Same time tomorrow? Start moving my stuff?
Same time tomorrow. And Ji-woo? Maybe hold off on the one-night stands until we've established those ground rules.
(grinning) No promises. But I'll try to be considerate.
They hugged goodnight—long, tight embraces that spoke of affection and fear and hope all tangled together. Then Priya and Ji-woo walked off into the darkness, leaving Maeve alone on her porch, watching them go.
But this time, the loneliness felt different. Temporary. Because tomorrow they would move in, and the empty rooms would be filled with voices and laughter and life. And whatever came after—boyfriends, one-night stands, eventual relationships—they would navigate it together.
She went inside and looked at the two empty bedrooms that would soon be occupied. Tomorrow, her home would become their home. And maybe that was the first step toward building lives that could accommodate both their psychic bond and their very human need for love.