Huh. You know, I had an affinity for blue hoodies when I was your age.

cliche-ask-max:

the-perfect-scientist:

cliche-ask-max:

the-perfect-scientist:

cliche-ask-max

cliche-ask-max-deactivated20171:

Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

*max
curls in on himself, pulling his knees to his chest and burying his
face in them* *he starts crying* stop…lying! You’re lying! It
wasnt…just…an accident…

I don’t lie, Max. I’m a scientist – it’s the
complete opposite of what I do. Go on… Take a deep breath. Why don’t you tell David what happened?

I…I tried to kill myself…b-because…my parents…they…

//hey can you play David because I can’t think of what to have him react as//

*David looks to Carlos, who just nods slightly at him. He
looked at Max, setting a hand on the bed*

David: Go on, Max. I’m listening.

He’s…not my real dad…but he…he acts like…nothing happened…and my…mom says…she…says I’m a devil…she…*he breaks off, trying to collect himself enough to continue*

David: I… it’s okay, Max. Take your time. *starts looking around
and finds a tissue box beside the in-room sink. He quickly moves to get it and
sits back down, setting the box down beside Max and pulling a tissue for him.*

*Carlos just sits and watches Max*

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