You know, last time I listened to one of you guys I was wrong. Fool me twice and all that… Lemme just ask the boy myself.
@dedmaxsearchhistory? You hearing this? *gestures upward*
P-.. my friend and i were just talking.. i didn’t think we’d ever actually do any of it… *his voice cracks a few times*
*kneels in front of him* Okay… so what happened to make you actually do it?
*he glanced at Carlos* i-i guess it was seeing him s-so happy.. i didn’t want to upset him more then i already ha-have…
He was happy to rob stores and ride in a car that you legally can’t drive? He was happy to pull you into getting in trouble?
Max… that doesn’t sound like a ‘friend’ sort of thing.
he was just… *he grows quiet and looks back tot he ground, Carlos had a point but Max loved Pure…* i-.. i don’t care..
But you do. You tried to hide it from me, so you care, don’t you?
*he fights back more tears* i- i don’t know..!
Take some more deep breaths, Max. *reaches into his pocket for his pack of tissues and offers one* Here…
*he tries taking deeper breaths, taking a tissue and holding it tightly* i-i’m sorry..
I know, Max. I know you are. Listen… your friend isn’t a good influence. You did bad stuff for them and you could have hurt people driving that car. And you had been doing so well staying away from alcohol. I understand though that, in that regard, it’s tough to get clean and people slip up sometimes. I’m not judging you, I promise.
*he sniffles, drying his eyes* h-he’s not.. a bad influence, w-we were just being stupid an-and i never hurt anyone when driving be-before! *he starts to cry* and-and you’re gonna say i can’t hang out with him bu-but i still love him..!
*ouch… damn…* Max, you did these things to make him happy. That’s what you said. Oh, c’mere, buddy… *he sits down fully on the ground and reaches for Max to pull him into his lap for a hug and comfort* Come here…You know it’s not right, what you two did.
*he flinches when Carlos reaches for him. hesitating before tightly hugging back, partically sobbing at this point*
*he rubs Max’s back and shoulder, trying to give him comfort as he cried himself out* It’s okay, buddy, I’m here. Let it out – I don’t mind. *well, he did mind, but not in the way that he actually meant when speaking to Max. He definitely minded that Max was worked up and worked himself up, because it made Carlos sad to see him unhappy*
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