[ Max has been known to hold grudges for far longer than a grudge should actually be held, so when she's told that someone's going to be mad at her later she tends to believe it, even if she knows she maybe shouldn't. But right now she's not ready for anything of the sort, and she doesn't think he is either. She'd rather just sleep, apologize whenever they wake up in something that will probably pass well enough for the morning. She'd rather just have him close.
They are better together. It's one of the few things that she knows for certain, of late, and she thinks it still holds now. She holds onto his hand carefully, lightly, trying to make sure she's not pushing any sensitivities, and just looks up at him for a long moment, searching his face as if between that and his hand in hers she can be absolutely certain he's here. ] Thank you for coming to find me.
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They are better together. It's one of the few things that she knows for certain, of late, and she thinks it still holds now. She holds onto his hand carefully, lightly, trying to make sure she's not pushing any sensitivities, and just looks up at him for a long moment, searching his face as if between that and his hand in hers she can be absolutely certain he's here. ] Thank you for coming to find me.