*he was upset to see his hoodie in a rubbish bag but shrugged it off and got up* yeah, it has been awhile..
We’ll do that, then we can run the laundry at the mat.
*he nods slightly, forcing a small smile* o-okay..
How are you feeling? Can you… should you be standing up?
pppprobably not? but when’s the last time that stopped me..
Sit down, Max… we’re not in a hurry. Here… *he moves and picks up a plastic waterbottle, offering it to Max*
*he just holds the water bottle, looking at the ground* a-alright..
*Carlos frowned* Hey…. Max? Talk to me – what’s bothering you?
just.. thinking about everything again i guess.. t-this is the first time in awhile that someone actually cared that i died..
*Carlos was shocked by that.* Oh… Oh… I see.
*he nods, looking at the bottle* th-these things happen i guess..
They shouldn’t though. You dying.. that’s not something that should happen.
The Perfect Scientist 